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make it like - pyro lyrics

[verse 1]
pyro tha god level
f*ck what them guys tell you
f*ck what you write in your songs
just let tha god help you
pyro the god*devil
f*ck what them guys sell you
ya’ll stay the same like the price of weed
i’m high value

i value art over fame and fortune
but you know high value art comes with fame and fortune
and in the heart art of every art you can blame misfortune
the decline of every art starts by making fortunes
but f*ck it
i’ll take the bag over poverty
and a mommy that’s bodied likе beats that’s rapped over propеrly
and a car that don’t run on fuel
and a house, maybe one or two
and honestly think to myself

and i wonder which one of you dudes want smoke
who want it?
ya’ll scared, i insist
ya’ll ain’t f*cking with the dread*headed madd psyientist
it’s just hopeless, n*gga
leave a n*gga mad trying it
you can quote me, n*gga
everything i say in writing is
set in stone

[verse 2]
i give it that poetic justice
like tupac shakur
i’ve been cooking, i give seconds
tell me who want some more
when they hear me they like homie must gave blew up
of course he must be old school
he ain’t with the new ones for sure
’cause he ain’t mumbling nothing
he talking sense, i can sense it
tell ’em trouble is coming
it’s on the fence, ya’ll defenseless
dawg, i come from the trenches
where n*ggas taking them chances
and burners turn you to dust
and it’s ashes to ashes

just to get to the dibas
just to get where the cash is
fists on you like clay
knock you out like they cassius
f*ck the police and the badges
that’s how n*ggas behave
we just tryna get paid
that’s how n*ggas be slaves
that’s how

f*ck it, i’m preaching to the choir
i’m bleeding raps
giving ya’ll a reason to retire
i’m really that n*gga
ya’ll need to get inspired
i’m really back
i really got that fire
nig’
[verse 3]
everything’s thing wrong with ya’ll
f*ck whoever promised ya’ll
they ain’t told ya’ll half the truth
im just being honest ya’ll

i’m just being myself again
with that rapper talk
actions loud as kevin hart
we don’t even have to talk

we don’t even have to trend
them rands are coming, g
laughing to the bank like this sh*t is comedy
generational curses, escaping poverty
generational wealth is investing properly

i just got my last cheque, show me how to spend it
i just got an overdraft from showin out and spending
i’ma make it back and probably blow it up again
mr. tax collector better know he’s not my friend

rest of all you n*ggas better know you know my kin
they’ve been tryna push me but i throw ’em off the the end
madd psyientist, i’m back up in the lab again
runnin circles round ’em, here’s another lap again

- pyro lyrics

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