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Philip Louis
Philip Louis
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I always had that dream like my daddy before me So I started writing songs, I started writing stories Something about the glory just always seemed to bore me 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me (ayo, Jeff, I could feel the pain in this one) Once, I was seven years old, my story got told Before the morning sun, when life was lonely Once, I was seven years old (listen) I ain't know that I'd be rapping But I knew I'd have a voice When I talk they pay attention Shit to raw don't got no choice Been through too much to crash out now Face my challenges with poise Got too much going on To get distracted by the noise These niggas ain't on shit They just some hyper lil boys Look gangsta in them trillers They ain't playing with them toys I chose to go a different route Extra problems I avoid I ain't worried 'bout no mon I'm 'bout my dollars and my coins And I'm forever on that I don't look up to anybody I don't got no format Every day, I'm stepping on some shit These niggas doormats Not making moves Just buying views Bet you ain't think we saw that Shit fake I can't applaud that And I ain't never sign no deal But I'm sponsored by this pain Hard times and ugly memories Keep running through my brain If I want change I gotta change How I move can't be the same Plus I figured it's less traffic If I ride in my own lane Got off my ass and chased a bag Being broke drove me insane I rap to feed my family Give a fuck about the fame Hop in the booth, let off a clip Swear to god got perfect aim When I talk real niggas feel it Like a needle in they vein I ain't know that I'd be rapping But I knew I'd have a voice When I talk they pay attention Shit to raw don't got no choice Been through too much to crash out now Face my challenges with poise Got too much going on To get distracted by the noise All my life I had to fight I been hustling since a jit Built a name up for myself Ain't no one ever give me shit I fell in love with taking risks One is bound to get me rich Only comfortable around paper Getting money is my niche Make sacrifices for my dreams Gotta win by any means I feel like Dominique I don't see no one else but me So how the fuck am I gon lose? I won't 'cause I refuse Prestoo a humble savage Better go read the reviews Bitch I'm coming from the bottom Only way is to the top I stay focused and consistent Know they wishing that I'd stop But I can't cause I made promises That really mean a lot Gotta finish what I started I'ma give it all I got I ain't know that I'd be rapping But I knew I'd have a voice When I talk they pay attention Shit to raw don't got no choice Been through too much to crash out now Face my challenges with poise Got too much going on To get distracted by the noise These niggas ain't on shit They just some hyper lil boys Look gangsta in them trillers They ain't playing with them toys I chose to go a different route Extra problems I avoid I ain't worried 'bout no mon I'm 'bout my dollars and my coins And I'm forever on that And I'm forever on that I'm bout my dollaz and my coins And I'm forever on that And I'm forever on that I'm bout my dollars and my coins And I'm forever on that And I'm forever on that I'm bout my dollars and my coins And I'm forever on that And I'm forever on that I'm bout my dollars and my coins And I'm forever on that
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