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seen what i've seen - yce (producer) lyrics

[verse 1: yce]
he’s surrounded by drug addicts
acting like lab rabbits
care less about food than their 24 gold carrots
mama taught him well basics of how not to get clapped
9-5 is how we survive it be like that
still sleeping on the floors of abandoned flats
everyday we wake up it’s a new iraq
he still prays on a sunday that he makes it out one day
no returns for the lord it’s all the same on a monday

[chorus]
takes a lot to see what i’ve seen
takes a lot to be what i’ve been
i’m at the top now but i won’t now be taken see what i’ve seen

[verse 2: yce]
school life was a new life, a fresh element
he witnessed the outcome if his grades ever fell again
driven and hungry this kid rode the front seat
others tried to crack him but he would never be humpty
never gave up on his vision a fame and glory
the predicate of the words the phrase ‘success story’
teachers always said that he’ll never be anything
meanwhile they drink viles and bottles of hennessy
retorts with a report when our eyesight thought
draws it all up with the writing kit that he bought
his heart sank nothing left in the bank
how’s he gonna feed a family with the account blank
influenced all round by bloods and blues
headphones drown the sound of shots over shoes
cash was tight
he needed a new way
the blues made out a truce and gave him a payday

[chorus]
takes a lot to see what i’ve seen
takes a lot to be what i’ve been
i’m at the top now but i won’t now be taken see what i’ve seen
takes a lot to see what i’ve seen
takes a lot to be what i’ve been
i’m at the top now but i won’t now be taken see what i’ve seen

[verse 3: yce]
gangs run the city, like drunks on street lights
gun fights in the night lights were routine sights, masonite
sold as clear gold, it’s been alright
ever since he changed up money in the change cup
from the dusty floors to country club doors
he jacks, he robs, he sins, he’s jackie robinson
the crime life is the high life to him
raise h-ll towards heaven
met with god many a time, many a crime
he rocks and pops the glock 7
charged for -ssault with a deadly weapon
mama wasn’t pleased with him
to him prime and crime have always been synonyms
it’s so sad to see him, watch him go up like that
she stopped complaining when she finally got the mink on her back
stacks were fat still wonder what would of happened if he stayed on track
it sometimes just be like that

[verse 4: yce]
blessed like a sneeze, feel the ocean breeze
can’t believe all the highs that he achieved
life draws to a close as the police close in
life filled with diamonds and holy sin
he calls his number one
oh mama i’m sorry!
i’m a master of none like aziz ansari
son i forgive you for all you’ve been
come take a seat with me and see what i’ve seen

[outro/skit]
(alright ready?)
crep check ooo (haha ready?)
she got da new j’s doe

- yce producer lyrics

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