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it’s darker (and hell is hotter) - dani brantley lyrics

intro
i’m slippin’ slippin’
i’m slippin’, slippin’

verse
no prima donna sh*t
ain’t no supa stunna sh*t
bump the fame you can keep it i just want a bit of rich
i don’t need no fancy whip
just some food up in the kitchen
keep my mama in her house and clear my little bro tuition
i ain’t worried bout myself
i ain’t ducking from a set
put insurance on myself and let my mom collect the check
tomorrow, it isn’t promised; today, is barely given
people starving for attention and dying to have some wisdom
but tell me what’s a college when debt is all that’s promised
i observe the good and i notice it never prospers
every time somebody try to heal the world they in a coffin
think it often disregard this, i’m so close to being heartless
like og hovito before he had kids tho
i’m talking streets is watching
bulletproof on the white tee hov
doubt that i succeed t*a*g my b*i*g toe
n*a*s*i*r, ain’t hard to tell i are
on the border of blowing my nose off
used to cry bout picking cotton
now we cry because we need it
money promoted like hoes in hosiery
easily addicted to because it move us like poetry
cuz i said i need that bread, that cheese, that lettuce, dinero
yen, euro, dollar, franks, i need them pesos
royalties ain’t adding up tell franklin saint i said wassup
pushaman push credit score
if street is school i’m honor roll
rack up so much bread that little debbie trying borrow dough
dirty money pave a clean path that’s what i been told
50, hov, and push the only ones i know got white gold
everything is love after everything has been sold
business 101, it can’t be sh*t left on that shelf holmes
i ain’t worried bout my soul
i ain’t worried bout what’s told
make this money anyhow to move my family from here now
the schools jack up the murder rates jacked up
rauner left us in the gutter ain’t even say good luck
but i ain’t trippin stacking bread up is the mission
intuition, “make a move” and i won’t hesitate to choose
all i got to gain is dubs cause i ain’t gotta thang to lose
outro/prayer
dear god please keep you reyes on me at all times
the valley of the shadow of death is a blink
compared to the towers of temptation
sense of self is lost in the accumulation of wealth
a good life is lived through virtue
and that virtue is gained through balance
please help me balance
please help me stay balanced
please help me maintain
god, please help me maintain

- dani brantley lyrics

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