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mirrors - marcolen hayes lyrics

(verse 1)

hardest thing a man can do is let distractions get to you // stay on your job n*gga or mentally to a vegetable // problems get the best of you f*ck that keep this hustle on perpetual // i did that keep em laced up on the avenue stuck on the corner under power lines and tennis shoes // when you built from the gravel n*gga how can you lose unless you stuck on the high fly as some parachutes // always in company who don’t fight and they rather shoot f*cking with hoes who don’t care and they want they loot // fall back on these n*gga get up i’m derek rose but i never switch sides not even close // kept hammers close n*gga for my close minded foes most the time it be yo kids that keep on ya toes // nine treat us like savages like we radical but the only the bomb in my *rs*nal is the flow // it’s hard to spit about real life and the image shown because your life differs from many n*gga and then some // all they want is a couple tweets and a couple mentions while we struggle to pay rent and fpl extensions // forcing me to hit the block and whip it up on notch , pockets smell acetone i’m counting less the cost // from the first to the fifth teen when it’s best shop yea i been in that game room without a lost // play the cards you was dealt with learn that from pac keep the world on your shoulders with the minimum floss // keep that depth in your conscious f*ck a & r all they want to do is use you when that money long //

(verse 2)

just re d up on some work from the medellin plato or plamo don’t let the devil in // two guns tucked and a full cup of hen i don’t want to make friends i just want the ends // with my daughter eating good my mama in a benz talking about my son did yea he bout to win // audio dope they need it in they veins hustled from the bottom i just stood the same // never mix dope and pleasure that candy rain if b.i.g told you first n*gga whose the blame // i believe you retire first while you in the lead or end up in jail that’s just the hustler fee // you add up the time effort and dedication now you tell me these streets don’t owe you reparations // i did it on my own i did it on my own we was really on the block not trapping off the phone // my n*gga crook said that s how they get you up the road keep them steady on they toes and up out your zone // if it don’t make a dollar it ain’t making sense the most that these hands ever felt is a quarter brick // don’t believe these rappers when they work a scale can’t tell difference between fish peruvian trail // one ounce broken down n*gga about three of your bails my girl got her hair done from what’s under her nails //

- marcolen hayes lyrics

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