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gab the gift - shawndon damarko lyrics

shawndon damarko verse1:

before i took a peek (look) (sheeeh)
this industry * seemed hard to seek
against the odds* i hardly compeat
doing it well* was wit the ll’s (lo life)
in 2 deep *mobbing the streets
we mob’d deep in these streets
caused havoc on these beats
(rip prodigy free fregbrim)
gab the gift of speak
can i live * on repeat (sheeeh)
that styles p
jada & sheek 2nd lp
we are the street (wild out)
paven harder then concrete
because it wasn’t alway sweet
days it wasn’t sh*t to eat (sheetz)
days i kouldn’t sleep
away from home for weeks
stealing from stores * to stuff my cheeks
got get yours * on these raw ass streets
buzin kept me on my feet* help’t ends meet
grezzy tweez kool discreet
klap mad gats* kick back stack racks
i roll up back to back * big packs (actual facts)
blunts like baseball bats
new york yanks on my cap
drinkink on don or the yac

bloxkz course:

member i ain’t have it
now they mad i’m mad rich

growing up struggling
had to get my hustle in

member i ain’t have sh*t
had a bad habit of racks under the matress

growing up struggling
against the odds i’m gonna win
free my dawgs out the pin

member i ain’t have sh*t
trying to f*ck a actress
balling like a maverick

we was living in the trenches
work get expensive
nicks dimes and dubs
thats the sh*t we flippin
put the coke wit the soda
that’s the sh*t it’s mixed in
that’s the sh*t it’s mixed in

shawndon damarko verse2:

being timid/gowing up black (imagine that)
in a epidemic of crack (80’s was brazy)
this world ain’t cut us no slack
so h*ll yea * i carry the gat (get the strap)
that was a fact spit it
in every verse i rap
kome out in red or black (ya heard /blaaat)
packing the mac playing it sweet
daps to my peeps on the street (what up)
bussing they heat (boom 3x)
cause they fam got to eat (you know)
f*ck the fame and the treats (yooo)
kame in the game wit my name (damarko)
and leak these words from my brian on a beat

bloxkz verse2:

the block kept me on my feet
i’m like what you need
i got a fam to feed
flippin pack to pack
jail cells seen
back to back
don’t like the work
i ain’t copping that
new swag i deliver
they a copycat
i go where you prolly can’t
shooting like i’m k. durant