I never wanted the regular things
Weirdo in school was no regular kid
I only did what I had to do to live
I won't forget but I always forgive
Member I told you that I was the one ?
I didn't say it fun
Now I'm out here just collectin the funds
Hittin the road on the run
I give dam what you think of me now
You wasn't wit me when I was down
At the bottom you dont Here a sound
Get to the top and they all want shout
Can't let them get the best of me yet They ain't even heard the best of me yet
And I'm still cookin shit up
You ain't even got the recipe yet
Tell me the way that it taste?
Told you I'm gettin this bread up and chasin this cheddar whatever it takes
Get it in get it out by the crate
With the paper I'm pushin the lines Sooner or later you'll see what it states
Wit the paper in pushin the lines sooner or later it'll be an estate
Runnin it like it's a mile and ain't too many that can keep up the pace
I've been runnin like you gone find that I am the kind that run though tape
Not a dime a dozen I'm great
One of a kind cannot Imitate
Best you can do is relate
But know that we hardly relate
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
Heard what you said but I know you ain't honest
I'll be the judge of that I'll do the honors
If you know nothing then you should say nada For we find and grind yo ass up like the Grabba
I know my niggas ain't stopping for nothin
We March in the streets you can her the percussion
Know every action come wit repercussions
But I ain't gone stop till the reaper is cussin
Give everything that I got till it is nothing
And even then know I'll still come up with something
I got my people who alway behind me
They holding my back and ain't never be fronting
Holdin me down like let we got all the pesos
I get this bread cuz I say so
You woulda flaunted I know to lay low
Something like right by ankles
I taught you something bout getting them angles
Told you told you that I am no angle
Me and my circle we glow like a halo
The Progress - Hardly Relate Lyrics
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I never wanted the regular things
Weirdo in school was no regular kid
I only did what I had to do to live
I won't forget but I always forgive
Member I told you that I was the one ?
I didn't say it fun
Now I'm out here just collectin the funds
Hittin the road on the run
I give dam what you think of me now
You wasn't wit me when I was down
At the bottom you dont Here a sound
Get to the top and they all want shout
Can't let them get the best of me yet They ain't even heard the best of me yet
And I'm still cookin shit up
You ain't even got the recipe yet
Tell me the way that it taste?
Told you I'm gettin this bread up and chasin this cheddar whatever it takes
Get it in get it out by the crate
With the paper I'm pushin the lines Sooner or later you'll see what it states
Wit the paper in pushin the lines sooner or later it'll be an estate
Runnin it like it's a mile and ain't too many that can keep up the pace
I've been runnin like you gone find that I am the kind that run though tape
Not a dime a dozen I'm great
One of a kind cannot Imitate
Best you can do is relate
But know that we hardly relate
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
Heard what you said but I know you ain't honest
I'll be the judge of that I'll do the honors
If you know nothing then you should say nada For we find and grind yo ass up like the Grabba
I know my niggas ain't stopping for nothin
We March in the streets you can her the percussion
Know every action come wit repercussions
But I ain't gone stop till the reaper is cussin
Give everything that I got till it is nothing
And even then know I'll still come up with something
I got my people who alway behind me
They holding my back and ain't never be fronting
Holdin me down like let we got all the pesos
I get this bread cuz I say so
You woulda flaunted I know to lay low
Something like right by ankles
I taught you something bout getting them angles
Told you told you that I am no angle
Me and my circle we glow like a halo
Weirdo in school was no regular kid
I only did what I had to do to live
I won't forget but I always forgive
Member I told you that I was the one ?
I didn't say it fun
Now I'm out here just collectin the funds
Hittin the road on the run
I give dam what you think of me now
You wasn't wit me when I was down
At the bottom you dont Here a sound
Get to the top and they all want shout
Can't let them get the best of me yet They ain't even heard the best of me yet
And I'm still cookin shit up
You ain't even got the recipe yet
Tell me the way that it taste?
Told you I'm gettin this bread up and chasin this cheddar whatever it takes
Get it in get it out by the crate
With the paper I'm pushin the lines Sooner or later you'll see what it states
Wit the paper in pushin the lines sooner or later it'll be an estate
Runnin it like it's a mile and ain't too many that can keep up the pace
I've been runnin like you gone find that I am the kind that run though tape
Not a dime a dozen I'm great
One of a kind cannot Imitate
Best you can do is relate
But know that we hardly relate
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
It's a trip to the top
But a slip to the bottombut I'm not falling Like it's autumn
Thought all the seasonsKnow that I got em
If I give you my word You should know that it's solid
Heard what you said but I know you ain't honest
I'll be the judge of that I'll do the honors
If you know nothing then you should say nada For we find and grind yo ass up like the Grabba
I know my niggas ain't stopping for nothin
We March in the streets you can her the percussion
Know every action come wit repercussions
But I ain't gone stop till the reaper is cussin
Give everything that I got till it is nothing
And even then know I'll still come up with something
I got my people who alway behind me
They holding my back and ain't never be fronting
Holdin me down like let we got all the pesos
I get this bread cuz I say so
You woulda flaunted I know to lay low
Something like right by ankles
I taught you something bout getting them angles
Told you told you that I am no angle
Me and my circle we glow like a halo
Writer: Marlon Carbajal
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