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lirik lagu black & gold interlude – empathy (aus)

[intro 1]
i remember going to the f*ckin’ corner store, the iga to get our black & gold products man (aye, emp motherf*cker!)
that home brand sh*t, it’s what we had to do (black & gold!)
when you broke as f*ck it’s what you gotta do (let me take ya back, uh)

[verse 1]
lemme take ya back a couple years ago was in a hole (in a hole)
barely makin’ music, only rabbit holes of habits old (habits old)
united with my centrefold, i’m good as gold
a minor out here diggin’ holes, won’t listen to a thing he’s told (minors)
he fill his soul (fill his soul)
with swishers, box is black & gold, filter tips and then we roll (then we roll)
stumble down this lonely road, bourbon bottles warm the cold (warm the cold)
actin’ grown, actin’ old, only knows the streets is so
unforgiving rather make a living push* nah spitting dope (so unforgiving)
mum and dad and shawty calling up my phone they worried (where the f*ck you at?)
trauma got my vision blurry, didn’t mean to leave ya hurting (yeah)
what a burden, they did all they could to see a different verdict (different verdict)
but as hard they try, i still can’t say i’m cleanin’ up for certain (nah)
he got swishers, box is black & gold, filter tips and then we roll (then we roll)
stumble down this lonely road bourbon bottles warm the cold (warm the cold)
actin’ grown, actin’ old, only knows the streets is so
unforgiving rather make a living push* nah spitting dope (spitting dope!)
swishers, box is black & gold, filter tips and then we roll (then we roll motherf*cker)
stumble down this lonely road bourbon bottles warm the cold (warm the cold motherf*cker)
actin’ grown, actin’ old only knows the streets is so (acting old motherf*cker)
unforgiving rather make a living push* nah spitting dope (spitting dope motherf*cker)
f*ckin’ spitting dope (spitting dope motherf*cker)
rather make a* uh (spitting dope motherf*cker)
unforgiving rather make a* (spitting dope motherf*cker)
unforgiving rather make a living push* nah spitting dope (spitting dope motherf*cker)
[interlude]
(unintelligible)
real quick, just have one question for ya
when’s the last time you heard a crackhead say “i don’t have any money i don’t think i’m gonna smoke today”?
never! because it doesn’t happen, they always find a way
are you gonna let a crackhead out hustle you today?

[intro 2]
imma just be over in my corner doin’ my own thing
you can tuck with it or you can not f*ck with it
see if i give a sh*t, dog

[verse 2]
argh, f*ck it, what’s another verse right? (what?)
scr*ppin’ my whole tape, replace it with another verse write (scr*p that sh*t)
down what i experience, but that don’t make the verse right (nah)
ain’t about the cash but, that’s what make a verse, right? argh (for real)
man the sh*t i’m hearing, bunch of simple sh*t (yeah)
take it back to 94’, when motherf*ckers really spit (really spit!)
take forward, ‘03 reincarnated into the kid (to the kid)
“talking sh*t already barely old enough to speak my man” (ahaha)
aye, that’s just how we do it up in here
and we gettin’ more booty than a f*cking buccaneer bruh, uh (what?)
i just levelled up a couple tiers
if you ain’t put him in s, i give ‘em somethin’ so sincere, look (motherf*cker)
make ‘em paranoid, they sniffing gear (*sniff sniff*)
aggravated when ya talkin’, i just wait to see the tears now, aye
i been at this rapping sh*t for years (for real)
only got a couple features, i ain’t f*ckin’ with my peers, ‘cause (nah f*ck ‘em)
i’m the only one to put the work in, get it perfect (aye aye)
‘cause these verses give me some kind of a purpose
i was workin’ nine to five, but ain’t get “thank you for your service” (aye aye)
so i’m curvin’ expectations i just need a beat to murder motherf*cker (aye)

- empathy aus

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