darkest hour

Sub Zero Project

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    I tried tellin' you I'm supposed to do that shit
    Talkin' 'bout: Can't do this, can't do that
    Man, fuck y'all, haha

    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ain't never had a clue how shit get down
    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ain't never had a clue how shit get down

    They tryna tell me how I'm supposed to roll
    The same people bending over choking, overdosing
    You could have learned your lesson 'fore you dove your nose in
    All my shit and started acting like you knowing the motion
    I came to bring it like it's back in the days
    Ahead of my time, though, 'cause I have seen the past of the day
    Been moving pronto, even though we passing the blaze
    Still on my grind, stacking paper, slowly packing the safe (woo)
    I got it covered, man, I'm doing my thang
    But still these motherfuckers hate and try to ruin my game
    But they been doing me a favour when they using my name
    Just like a free labour working as I cruise into fame (we get up)
    You ain't gon' see me tryna hop on these frauds
    And kill the music for the purpose of just topping these charts (hey, no)
    Cats ain't writers, they shopping their bars
    And must have got it all on sale 'cause what they dropping ain't hard (we get up)

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    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ain't never had a clue how shit get down
    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ayin't never had a clue how shit get down

    Man, I been backing the flex
    I'm on my Russ shit, know just what will happen the next
    Couple moves from packing the jet
    Been operating from the spirit, call it hacking the flesh (we get up)
    I bring the realness to the track, what up?
    I heard your music, you been putting on a act, so shut up
    You signed, but didn't do the math, butt up
    I beat your numbers independent, got your act cut off
    Y'all ain't real, y'all ain't true
    So tell what the fuck is that the thing that y'all do?
    Bragging 'bout a milli', but you're really 'bout to do
    The dumbest thing ever just to get a pair of shoes
    And I'ma do what I feel like
    'Cause my dream now be merging with my real life
    Got the steam, homie, yeah, for sure, we're still fly
    We still fly, motherfuckers know what's up (we get up)

    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ain't never had a clue how shit get down
    Homie, I get up I run my shit
    Really, I don't give a fuck
    Y'all don't run me up, so mind your shit, right
    You ain't never had a clue how shit get down

    Yeah, shit ain't over, man, I swear
    People try and tell me I can't do this shit, man, haha, watch
    Whatever, man

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