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hourglass - ry lyrics

[verse 1: ry]
i speak for the people, so i speak for liberty
but still try to speak for versatility
trying to bring the clique down with all the negativity
but i’mma take the game out like a bad cavity
and make you feel it like a kick to your chest cavity
everybody overlook me part of a tragedy
but i rule like the british majesty
on my high horse like polo & just so you know so
guarantee i’ll capture the picture like a polaroid
ya’ll raps is corduroy
simultaneously they softer than corduroy
ambition strong like arnie schwarz on ster-i-oids
stereo knocker, animal like chubaka
with these letters scar face like the brother of mufasa
but i’m the big brother, ironically ya’ll watching me
eleven minute green light, there ain’t no stopping me

[hook: josiah williams]
as time just pasts it’s feeling like an hourgl-ss (like an hourgl-ss)
swear on my soul that it’s moving fast (it’s moving fast)
if life’s a game, i hope i do not crash (do not crash)
just want perfect timing like an hourgl-ss
looking at the time drop, where’s it going?
painful as the brain with the beauty like it’s snowing
but i’m knowing, time is running thin – i can’t claim it
so i better take it now before it’s too late to save it (yea)
oh where are we going? where are we going? (x3)
where are we going?

[verse 2: ry]
over the last year music’s taking over my life
completely reciprocal, i’m giving back life
when i direct these rhymes like hype
i start to get excited like an abusive hype (yea)
i’m over them but i’m never over-hyped (ha)
but drastically under-rated
still have a few who fell in love with this capturing cadence
feeling like dougie howser, eventually running out of patience
and maybe that’s when others minds will embrace this
flow like an island cause i live behind these san quentin bars
galactica when i shoot for these stars
never resting when ya’ll were pressing b-tches
i was bench pressing, working out on the mic
up late each and every night (yea)
for the opportunity to sleep at night
and if i’m lying, wesley snipes was born half white

[verse 3: ry]
everybody got bars
but the difference is that my bars got bars
and those bars got bars
and the children of those bars are hard
do i gotta spell it for you r-t-rds?
who couldn’t smoke a lit cigar
i been grinding hard so i’m coming soon like hard grinding
never going back, no time for rewinding
good things come in 3’s like sides on an island
so it’s me, steve, and jae the dream
make sure they score like they beat a double team
young and learning life ain’t exactly what it seems
time just flying and things steady changing
like a confused youth who don’t know what gang he banging

- ry lyrics

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