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ricardo spliff - friends 4 hire lyrics

[verse 1]
i try to hide my frustration
i really need a vacation
i’m caught between people that hate me and the money persuasion
guess it’s one of those saying
whether they loving or hating
i think in black and white sometimes
somebody hand me some crayons
and my friends, they assailants
took my soul through a séance
they took my clout and old my money and just told me to lay off
hope this music does pay off
show everyone what i’m made of
i thought i told all of you n*ggas on my property stay off
i just needed some patience
some people i could rеlate with
i tried to talk with my dogs, sh*t did not get rеsolved
sometimes i think that people care but they just don’t care at all
i guess it must be my fault
that’s why i tumble and fall
but i got one for us all
just come and give me a call
i swear i won’t try and stall, in fact i won’t try at all
i come up short and miss my mark
but i still try and stand tall
i guess it must be my fault, i guess it must be my fault
let’s get it
[verse 2]
skating so fast, skating so fast
sometimes i need to lay off the grass
focus on my sh*t and this and that
grades and class, i paid and passed
passing on the blunt
addiction and all it’s done, by taking our loved ones
they blaming it on the guns
but naturally just wait and see, i’ll grab the f*cking glock
and after the bodies drop, and that’s when i’ll call the cops
i learned it all from my pops
he taught me to stand up for what i believe in
and what i believe in is of wolf and man
by taking the fallen lamb, harvesting from the land
partaking in who i am, and holding my own hands
that’s what makes a real man
pull myself up by the bootstraps, still the motherf*cker with the food stamps
get your cap peeled back, i’ll get your family dressed in all black
still don’t give a f*ck about nothing
you f*ckers think that you’re stunting
i run with gats that i’m bussing
i’m thinking back to the days, yeah back to d*ch*sne
i’m hustling gas that i’m puffing

[verse 3]
my head is gone to the nebulas
severed off at the diencephalon
you can’t attest to the level i am on
upper echelon, i am the megalodon mixed with megatron
diamond that’s in the rough, they dying to see me stuck
am i lying or am i wrong
running all frantic cause they land in my scope
feel like i run it no matter the coast
i’m overboard cause i’m rocking the boat
yeah i’m a tough mother like dura mater
they all want carne asada, i’m a1 there’s a lot at stake
stress on my plate, i won’t see the bottom
i’m like fat joe cause i’m all the way up
well you whack though, and that’s facts though
well you all the way suck
get your arteries cut, yeah i’m dog, you a mutt
all these boujee ass rappers yapping at me in my carnegie tux
ring the alarm, producer arsonist
turn these rappers to carcasses, i’m g*o*a*t
you can’t argue it, is bipartisan
i’ve been k!lling sh*t since back in the start of it
it’s the turned rapper from pharmacist
undecided’s the mafia, ricardo spliff
[verse 4]
undecided be the mafia
never satisfied it ain’t enough
we make it blast like the gats that we tuck
i spit game trying to stay alive
with the pistol grip, gripping on the steel
with the bass in the back of the truck

[outro]
what are dreams
is this reality or a fallacy

- friends 4 hire lyrics

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