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"tug-at-war" lyrics by CJ FLY
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[Verse 1:]
No one to show him the ropes, had to learn on my own
Wasn't in wealth, fronted our self, no one to owe for a loan
Show after show, was gettin' dough, paper was slower than slow
Still did all that I chose, though they was hopin' I don't
If I can and it's safe, then I'm takin' a chance
A brother rapping is someone they wouldn't think would freelance
Take the advantage, make advancements to create my advance
It's nunchin', blunts we just stuff 'em while we crush the substance
Cause our goals is substantial, obsolete, inside I fleet, you know the tank full
Know this a drag, this one L that you can't pull
Facin' defeat as we can see you at a standstill
Two choices, you leave your car, try to act hard, then get jumped
Await to get some cables to your car and get jump
Started, I'm just started, I'm bass-drumming on my [?]
And I'm still cold-hearted, don't stall it
No time-wasting, no stalling
Reaching my fundamental but ain't know balling
She'll still give me ya number, how I see ya, how I call it
Get high if you down, if not then bounce like hydraulics
Fuck that, back to the topic
Learn what I can from the true G's that I know
Had loud but try to drown out the sound
Liver getting bruised by your bottle
No blueprints to follow, Dirty set you solos monos
When you rollin' in Cubanos, muchachos

[Hook: x2]
This the way I see it, look at things from my perspective
Don't gotta fuck with me but you still gotta respect it
Shock 'em with the flow, energy could be electric
My goals to meet perfection, my taste is so eclectic

[Verse 2:]
Would probably trip, if he knew I followed in his steps
When I'm 'posed to do the bills I'm clearly pilin' up in debt
Cards declined
And ain't shit found when they get higher than your neck
I mean, what do you expect?
If I gotta wait a month or two to get my fucking check it's alright
Life been feeling like a test
Type of dude to hit the doob, thought I was poppin' with my ex
Just in case we seen the tecs we hid the hemp inside her dress and nod to feds
But yo, then I wasn't fully grown, no joke
Mood got blown when they found out that I smoke
Like damn, our son is an arsonist
Shine bright, get enlightened from the spark within
In the mainstream it's seem like none of y'all could swim
You're all like din, this shark ain't fin, on point
But lately I've been sharpening the steel till I got it sealed like harpooning
Before my father wouldn't let me out
Now I brainstorm, burn the forest, blow out thinking clouds
I got water while you in a drought, the words that I jot got me hot
I plan to never simmer down
Mary Jane's a freak so back it up for this juvenile
I'll be the one to nail it Fly gon' do them foul
Could give you tips, all I need is the cuticle
Shots like I knew to dial [?], hear me out I'm at my house
So I might just hit you now cause it's allowed


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