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lirik lagu scholarship – powderr

[hook]
i got a hip hop scholarship
yeah, this a surer way than a lotto is
no marketing dollars but i dropped it (dropped it)
got me on my hip hop sh*t {hip hop sh*t)

[verse 1]
i keep it conscious
but keep it and it hop
man it cost me my job (ah)
but it don’t pay like them bars

music in my veins i’m obsessed with art
i put in more than nine*to*five
i dedicate my life
just to earn mines

standing alone in that lunchline
got me feeling like i’m travis and it’s crunch time
if it wasn’t for pioneers running all those tapes
then it wouldn’t be a push of a b*tton to create

don’t let the fire die, there’s gas all over the place
naw this game it ain’t safe
use to go to the bikeshop on long lake
now we masked up on long waits
haters want me to give it up
finna lift the city up

yeah i’m just to to clever
feel like i’m sean diddy combs
when i two step up
powda next up

i almost gave out my govy
my duey red like gutzzy’s (guttzy’s)
vans tee from a magazine (magazine)
at the skatepark i was in the streets (in the streets)
not the ones that they talk about in the industry

doctor said my brain was unbalanced chemically
but not with this rhythm
conscious in my movement
conscious when i’m talking to ’em

when i’d rather talk with them {with them)
i’m prophetic in my wisdom (wisdom)
hating on me but you miss me (miss me)
i will never sign a 360

i’m in the music buis
get use to it
nothing touch a young brother’s soul like the music did
i’m working on the weekend just like drake and future is
i’m barred up like a candy store
word up to snoop dogg
lord
second concert i went to i performed

i’m in the venue f*cking up my vocals chords
covid is a global war

trapped in my mind
and i’m trapped inside
sudbury state of mind
this a nickle city mine

wish the world could love
not make things that blow up

some sh*t we all chasing bruh
relief from the payments bruh
leaf is what i’m blazing bruh

leaving on a highnote like a b flat smoked the sac
powds on the track
sprinkled it infact
and i hate wearing masks

i got writtens in stacks
and you that it’s facts
do you see me wearing a hat?
no ontario on a track
no food in my stomach and i’m straight to the mic
so i get it off right
long nights
and them warmer days

merch pays, want real estate
never said i was the realest mang

it’s a construction zone
outside my door
i don’t even lace my timbs when i’m walking
through three feet of snow

so you know that that boy cold
we all paid for reposts organic

never heard of such
this is powda? you never heard of bruh

still underground like a mineshaft
long as sudbury is where i reside at
pencil to the page is where i spend my time at
check the timestamps

use to have slim’s cd sitting on my dresser
before i lived on the shady side of second
tiles filled with asbestos

harmful sh*t what i’m breathing
cooking up in different regions
hoping that the lost ones hear me
you feel me?

picture making it out of it
wondering don’t doubt it then
double a ron
we crowning him
letter 16 in the alphabet

my shoulders is project steps
it got chips on it
rap snacks
couldn’t eat cause roaches and rat traps

impact, legacy, and recognition
independent living
the future is the children
real spitta

had 85 on my jersey like chad johnson
i’m a white rapper like action bronson

ochocinco but it’s powda boy
and i’m mic’d up
kind of something like the nfl bruh

[outro]
first to meet the coaches uh
that boy can run
30 yards and i catch it up

caught it
two db’s no safety on him
earl thomas

twistin’ grass
trippin’ missing class

momma in the field reason why we living still
wounds heal

feel like they would have never seen me again
that’s why i got to vent
money we gotta wire on rent
family probably gotta help me again

got us on lockdown we gotta escape it
cannot replace him
i remember when this sh*t was vacant
now i got bars filling up these sp*ces

needa call my grandpa raymond
i don’t want to be dropping names
but this weight on my shoulders is crazy

talking third eye but i got four
that’s what they was making fun of me for
dummies is poor

in mindset
i’m next
rich in the soul
when they told me i never had none

- powderr

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