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aye - hour (erick) lyrics

hook
3 years, i think, i should finish rappin
rapping was not for me, ima end like this
3 years, too many to go trappin
aye the final, this sh*t is my retirement

verse
3 digits, now there’s more that i gotta do
spending my time, hard work is all i ever knew
hard times, having evidence, just to prove
that i’m never leaving, now that’s a fact and its true
if this the final then lemme talk sh*t
16, moms truck, ran away, got flipped
i keep catching bodies, unlike that b*tch
already on your 10th, isn’t that enough d*ck
chorus
2 weeks, you give, then your already on yo next
you f*ck anybody then go back to yo ex
at this point, i feel likе i might be next
my bad, i just had to get it off my chеst
but aye, who am i to tell how to live
life ruined, no plans to go to college
15, 23, okay then
i’m saying sh*t, it’s all nonsense

bridge
now now, now i get it
my intuition, coming when i’m writing and when i’m spittin
it’s gives a feelin to make a k!lling on the mic i’m spillin
heads sweavling when i walk in the building
you know i’m thrilling yeah

verse
he really thought he could redeem what he’s owed
he’s exposed
taking off the wool robes and out goes a wolf in sheep’s clothes
i’m not surprised to be honest we’ve known
from the start we caught the vibe of his tone
ima climb on my own i survive cause i abide by the code
thought you had my back turns out on my spine you would hold
all this time you was a faulty backbone
it’s alright cause bounce back i’m on ten
gimme 40 for the gas b*tch
i’m going in i’m touring through the vast city
bands like elasticity everybody in the lab f*ck wit me
if you calling it a race i am first place
then i slap you with the money see how the cash taste
this fool he kissing on a benjamin
lost his will to love now he looking for a synonym
it’s k!lling him call him bruce the way the money riddle in
fore the drama settles i move on to better things in life
awoken by a piercing light that told me i would be designed
to rise above the eerie eyes and show them wants it means to strive
alin need of guidance hopin i’ll suffice
but i won’t roll the dice i can’t take the chance
gambling my life don’t fit in the plans
so for the next time the devil wants a dance
ima make him kiss on franklin and then take him on a trance
verse
im illicit, i make music, i make hits
it’s illicit, that he still making music that’s sh*t
it’s explicit, that i only asked for 10 dollars
but i get it, every bar, it’s just gets harder
but my way of thinking, yeah, im a god, im a narcissist
my music so hard, but i dont when i started it
my song through the speakers, now they calling me an arsonist
my sh*t so hard, these are waves that you cannot resist
“hour, why you got a feature on every song?”
just to show you, i’m better than anyone that comes along
all these rappers are better than me, i can you prove you wrong
lyrically and all that mixing, it’s me, that’s why there is a song

chorus
2 weeks, you give, then your already on yo next
you f*ck anybody then go back to yo ex
at this point, i feel like i might be next
my bad, i just had to get it off my chest
but aye, who am i to tell how to live
life ruined, no plans to go to college
15, 23, okay then
i’m saying sh*t, it’s all nonsense

- hour erick lyrics

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