Lost Battles

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    [Planetary]
    The object of the game dawg gotta make money
    Take money even if you gotta take the plate from me
    If they on the run eating fuck it, take the steak from 'em
    If it's red, who care, man I love and hate money
    On the real tho can't let the love escape from me
    Cuz the hate make a nigga wanna shake and break something
    Trying to put my three kids in a life of luxury
    So I gotta hustle hard to even live comfortably
    Who the fuck said life will be like this
    I can't blow, man I'm rhyming ova beats like this
    Rock a hundred dolla trees and a fresh new hat
    My kids all got LeBron's and my wifey stacked
    So I don't even know why I sit and complain
    I got two '06's, my tax is insane
    But the money make the world go round my nigga
    By myself broke down, tore down off liquor

    (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch
    I've lost my battle before it starts
    My first breath wasn't done
    My spirit's sunken deep into the ground
    2x

    [Crypt the Warchild]
    Ayo, it's the American dream, the root of evil
    That got me going bug, man I'm losing people
    Wake up midnight, start pacing hallways
    Got my mind on my money and it's funny it's all day
    I need big whips, big chains and all that
    Hundred acres and a mattress for a dormant
    I'm always making moves, I can't fall back
    Each dolla that I lose, I'm like respond-react
    I make a few stacks; I put it all on Black
    Cuz it ain't neva enough and that's actual fact
    At the bar wit my niggas, all shots on me
    And then I'm broke the next day, how I'm gon' eat?
    So I work like a slave just to make ends meet
    Infinite pursuit of cash it'll make friends beef
    And I'm sick of feeling like I'm down and out
    So I'ma kick the ceilings and start whylin out

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    (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch
    I've lost my battle before it starts
    My first breath wasn't done
    My spirit's sunken deep into the ground
    2x

    [Reef the Lost Cauze]
    Yo, ayo I gotta eat good, so a nigga got three gigs
    I rhyme, work part-time, and I teach kids
    Keep my pockets like I keep fridge - full
    Gotta get that fresh fitted and them sneaks crisp
    Not to mention all the haze that I blow
    Had to pay my landlord wit the doe I made from the show
    Whateva there's left, yeah I'm spend on self
    Cuz looking bad means feeling bad, that ain't good for your health
    Gotta keep up appearances
    We Brody samples and put out records without eva getting clearances
    Press up some shirts, sell 'em on the websites
    Do whateva we gotta do to get that bread right
    It cost to live and I'm the cost
    So if I want it and I got it, I ain't checking the cost
    But I could be doing good wit my doe and that's real
    Cuz these Jordan's on my feet coulda paid my gas bill

    (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch
    I've lost my battle before it starts
    My first breath wasn't done
    My spirit's sunken deep into the ground
    2x

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