industry - gar greatest at rapping lyrics
[intro: gar]
you ain’t gonna make it if you’re not putting your heart and soul into it
more than that, you gotta put yourself into it
you gotta be in it
[verse 1: gar]
they say gar you’re gonna end up on the news
i’m like well b*tch i got nothing to lose
high elevation i got better views
the streets or the industry i cannot choose
f*ck the industry i’ll have to refuse
glock nine letting off smoke like a vuse
he still not sliding now what’s your excuse
they wearing me out like an old pair of shoes
lacerate him now he feeling the blues
i bring in the heat then cool down with some booze
b*tch i’m from syracuse i feel like tom cruise
i’m tom kenny too cause i come from syracuse
i still got opps from ukraine to kentucky
i’m in massachusetts this place is unlucky
hit them with a rubber they quack like a ducky
got me f*cked up this b*tch crib is too yucky
[bridge: gar]
upper*class michael he’s rocking the kors
you won’t find me at the luxury stores
they robbing my style it’s all yours
get my measurement cup when i’m pouring up fours
15 subscribers soon i’ll be on tours
and when i’m on stage i’ll be hearing the snores
i keep narcotics hidden in my drawers
that boy stressing over not pulling wh0res
[verse 2: gar]
he fake being hood but was mopping the floors
that’s the type of behavior i deplore
i’m wearing adidas don’t f*ck with dior
cracker throwing it back i said gimme some more
in the hood i’m preparing for war
he swearing he’ll make it what you cursing for
he swearing he’ll make it i’d cap if i swore
i come from deep in the jungle it’s mud galore
city dweller can’t catch me going fishing
but sometimes i stare at the sky when i’m wishing
sometimes i’m at the court by myself swishing
coach used to have me play any position
now all i’m playing is the opposition
i’m moving to sweden where there’s less competition
michael a slave to his college tuition
if abortion gets banned i’m starting a petition
ver speak swedish and spanish yeah he bilingual
so it’s unbelievable that he’s still single
she calling me goofy i’m quandale dingle
no bells on this beat but there’s kinda a jingle
plug from britain it’s a pound for a pound
made it out the mud i come straight from the ground
i lost my passion, thanks to ver it got found
growing up i never had a real one around
i’m like a tree i wouldn’t be anywhere without my roots
sometimes you get demons your brain in cahoots
so you gotta pick yourself up by the boots
i’m climbing up ladders just to fall through the chutes
if you a vegetable you gotta act like a fruit
but if you ugly you don’t gotta act cute
this sh*t so gas it might just make you toot
[outro: gar]
i can feel the wind and the warmth of the sun
and a bird just landed on me
it’s puking in it’s kid’s mouth
this is what being a tree is like
it feels good to hold yourself up by your roots
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