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hype - chalece brown lyrics

i’m constantly doubted
“you won’t make it”
yeah i bet
but i made about 10 songs
and i ain’t had a feature yet
ima go so f-cking hard
they’ll love me before my death
and when i make it to the top
you better give me my respect
i’m from vegas, born and raised
this the 7-0-2
i ain’t a crip
but you’ll always catch me
rolling in that blue
i got some n-ggas that’ll
make you blind
& f-ck up yo whole view
i’ll be the dark you can’t escape
little b-tch i said “boo!”
when i was thirsty
n0body wanted to p-ss the f-ckin juice
when she was trippin
i bent over &
i tied her f-ckin shoes
shawty always had me thinkin
f-cked up my mental
yeah abuse
the rope that she tried to
tie me up with
turned into a noose
but she ain’t dead tho
but in my heart
i promise you she is
i never thought god would
expose my enemies like this
the memories are tainted now
i dont wanna reminisce
my time is up
cl-ss is over, you can go now
you’re dismissed
daddy said
“don’t ever let them
mistake you for a b-tch”
and momma said “don’t ever
let them try to destroy your gift”
my words are powerful
i know i’m gonna be a huge success
even though i just started
i feel like i’m at my best
my teachers said
“i’m proud, you always p-ss
every test”
a hater looked and said
“wow, somebody put
that b-tch in check”
but this is chess, yello said it
jockin sh-t you better dead it
pay attention where you headed
cause i’ll show up least expected
i was never good at poker
but i played the cards i’m dealt
born with a big heart
everything i do is felt
but i’m the champ in the ring
this is raw, where’s my belt?
mountain main, k!lling every single beast
where’s my pelt?
and this beat is some heat
somebody get me in the stu
i need a couple hunnit racks
my shopping spree is overdue
i can’t wait to blow the f-ck up
and fly off to peru
i’m hopping to the f-ckin bag
just call me a kangaroo
took a minute for me to unlock
and master this sh-t
sometimes i write my rhymes
other days i just spit
if i f-ck up im sorry
it’s not a typo
i’m just tryna save some
time & some money
like it’s geico
when i played the piano
on this track i went psycho
have y’all dancing to this sh-t
you moving like a cyclone
i’m in my zone
please don’t hit my phone
i’m not gonna answer
i ain’t tell you
i’m too busy getting high yo
wait
i make music to get hype tho
i just wanna see a bad b-tch throw it back
one time tho
have some b-tches screaming that they love
me at my shows
half a milly in a night
& then i gotta hit the high road
wait, i make music to get hype tho
got these b-tches fighting for a spot
in line like a side hoe
you keep talking all that sh-t
don’t wanna fight tho
i told yo n-gga
if he really trippin then
he better get the light pole
i told you, i make music to get
hype tho shawty love me so bad
my name tatted on her thigh yo
& the n-gga lying saying he was
wit me last night tho
& the thotties in the back was
smoking crack with the lights off
i told you
now i’m finna get hype hoe
ima play you like a game
might as well just call me spyro
we can take this back to egypt
take a fade right out in cairo
you cannot become a pharaoh
if you’re still afraid to die though
(y’all better stop f-cking playing wit me bruh)

- chalece brown lyrics

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