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wilson hunter - Chest Up Lyrics



wilson hunter - Chest Up Lyrics




When you start to hang with us, you know we a hand full
Brodie my heart is as cold as this sample, but this beat it hot
And our rhymes our more tender
We in for the long run, while you in for short ten years, uh
Man, I succeed under pressure
You come in and test me, then leave with depression
Game been too dry man, I need a refresher
Came and got praised but you fiend for acceptance, uh
Say they want more albums but they gotta be patient
All of these yuppies that copy my cadence
I might need a blindfold for all of these haters
Needing an answer, no Tyler, the Creator
Aye, uh

Yeah that's a scandal
Attracting crowds to big to handle, with security
Currency sets an example for me
Quit playing dress up, pray my first show ain't a mess up
Stick your chest up boy
Toy with your best attempts, depressed rap and shit
Yeah, that's what i'm doing
Arrest me at my doorstep
Making 50 a month at best
There's an anchor attached to my head
I get whiplash every single time
I connect my words with a period at the end, damn, damn
I kill em, and take a polaroid of the carcass
The blood spilling out, inject steroids at the pharmacist
Bitch who the f*ck you thought this is
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When you start to hang with us, you know we a hand full
Brodie my heart is as cold as this sample, but this beat it hot
And our rhymes our more tender
We in for the long run, while you in for short ten years, uh
Man, I succeed under pressure
You come in and test me, then leave with depression
Game been too dry man, I need a refresher
Came and got praised but you fiend for acceptance, uh
Say they want more albums but they gotta be patient
All of these yuppies that copy my cadence
I might need a blindfold for all of these haters
Needing an answer, no Tyler, the Creator
Aye, uh

Yeah that's a scandal
Attracting crowds to big to handle, with security
Currency sets an example for me
Quit playing dress up, pray my first show ain't a mess up
Stick your chest up boy
Toy with your best attempts, depressed rap and shit
Yeah, that's what i'm doing
Arrest me at my doorstep
Making 50 a month at best
There's an anchor attached to my head
I get whiplash every single time
I connect my words with a period at the end, damn, damn
I kill em, and take a polaroid of the carcass
The blood spilling out, inject steroids at the pharmacist
Bitch who the f*ck you thought this is
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Writer: Pablo Resnik, wilson hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: wilson hunter
Language: English
Length: 1:32
Written by: Pablo Resnik, wilson hunter

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