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minute made - justbrandon lyrics

[intro: justbrandon]
yeah

[verse 1]
walk a mile in my shoes and i bet you have an achin sole
live a life like this, it’s only a matter of time, it take a toll
my older brother doing time and i was just two grades below
wrote him letters, he just said the pen is what you make it though
ain’t about to cap and say i pack but if a p*ssy talkin static
i’mma break his nose
hopin that the fake ones treat my lyrics like a lesson and they takin notes
i’mma do my thing and come for everything so ain’t no way
i take it slow
eatin all the time, but that’s just cuz my plate is full
if you talkin bowls of loud then ain’t no doubt i’m takin pulls
when you spit like this it seems like every hoe’s available
they just want attention from me i ain’t finna pay it to ’em
in this way, been this way, since tenth grade
people claim to stay the same it seems to me they tend to change
i just need some vvs in bracelets and a tennis chain
reminiscing when i got arrested on the interstate
cop came to the window and the weed smoke hit ’em in the face
nowadays, i ain’t stressin nothin long as my bills and my rent is paid
smokin and kickin sh*t just livin like a renegade
gotta grind to get the juice, don’t expect some minute made, (yuh)
[chorus]
minute made minute made
life gave me rotten fruit but i done made some lemonade
minute made minute made
life gave me rotten fruit but i done made some lemonade

[verse 2]
if you don’t be smokin loud then you ain’t allowed to come around
i spit like a chopper that been filled up with a hundred rounds
i be smokin blunts on my trunk when the sun is comin down
give the beat a beatin then i leave it six feet underground
might have missed my wordplay but i ain’t about to dumb it down
cuz b*tch, my sh*t on the honor roll
i’mma roll h*lla raws inhale until i’m coughin smoke
all these b*tches givin me a headache dawg i think i need some tylenol
ask me if i gave a f*ck, i responded not at all
but i’mma still pick up my phone every time them commas call
she came to the crib i said what’s up and then she dropped her drawers
apparently, she ain’t got no time to talk, oh well
been at this sh*t for a minute so n0body stoppin me n0body toppin me except for the greats
i’ve been in poverty like i was losin monopoly thought that i’d never escape
grew up in trailers and in apartments, so when i make it i need an estate
police is talkin, but i’m being silent, b*tch get the f*ck out out my face
ain’t no love for ’em, on the contrary it’s nothin but hate
sometime i feel like the world on my shoulders, but i just say f*ck it and carry the weight
don’t give a d*mn if its hurtin my back my plan of attack is murdering tracks
until i be seein my name on certified plaques
with a blunt in my hand and girl on my lap (yuh)
[hook]
minute made minute made
life gave me rotten fruit but i done made some lemonade
minute made minute made
life gave me rotten fruit but i done made some lemonade

[outro]
sh*t, that’s not too bad though (haha)

- justbrandon lyrics

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