Swallow My Pride

Yung Redd & Lil Ron

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    N-d-t-p (yeah), nigga
    Get your money nigga, get your money nigga
    I'm just saying though, I'm still on the block man
    I'm trying to get mine, but I'ma tell y'all like a nigga told me man
    Get your money till you d-I-e man

    See I can't back my ways, partna not even if I tried
    Never swallow my pride, or keep my feelings inside
    There ain't nothing to hide, you can see it in my eyes
    A couple minor setbacks, still at least I tried
    For every nigga that died, for every mama that cried
    To every kid that heard a shot, scared to come outside
    Pay attention y'all, I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
    No matter what, get paper till you d-I-e nigga

    With all the shit that I been through, dead ends where I been to
    It's a couple of issues, I'd rather not get into
    Never thought I'd fill my vault, with just a paper and pencil
    You ain't gotta pay me back, for that money I sent ya
    Took mine, while the getting was good
    Feel like a prison, just to live in the hood
    If ya could ya would, find a way out never wear your days out
    And really I'm just trying to get paid, till I fade out

    Nine when I ride, high until I die
    Don't ask why, I just won't mind
    Rain sunshine, I'm on my grind
    Don't ask why, I'd never swallow my pride
    Yeah listen you'll never do me
    And it's a million niggaz in the street like me
    My eyes wired shut, you don't see what I see
    I've been hunting for weeks, ain't no time to sleep
    Still a nigga gotta eat, try to feel me

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    Ask no questions, get told no lies
    That's why I blow the arm, when I'm rolling by
    Why do I get so high, cause I'm solo in the ride
    I trust no one, to ride on the other side
    You gotta walk in my shoes, to see it like I see it
    If ain't no money being made, I ain't staying I'm leaving
    Not down, with betraying the fam' believe it
    I'm just relieving my mind, it's time for me to speak it

    It ain't a click of niggaz, like the team I run with
    Bitches get y'all set up, cause y'all doing dumb shit
    Click-boom there go the tool, speaking to you fools
    He was innocent, but his man made too many moves
    Oh well, his chick like taking pictures nude
    Running through the crew, I ain't faking what you do
    I play photographer, and let her do what she do
    Run through the homies let her screw, she screwed

    Collect the thoughts, from the back of my mind and then
    Reel 'em out, in the raps that I rhyme and then
    Resco', go package 'em down
    Hit the block grind 'em hard, like a package of dimes yeah
    I'm on my mash fa sho, I can't stall black
    You can call me what you want, cause I be all that
    Tickle this fo' nickel, and make you fall back
    You came all tough but nigga, had to crawl back
    I see facts, had the figga fa sho'
    Peep game peep lames, that these niggaz is hoes
    Yeah it take work, just to get in the do'
    But why you faking and you shaking, I'll be getting this do' ay

    Some niggaz, ain't acting the same mayn
    Grit bout to start, slapping you lames mayn
    Our money nigga, that ain't a game mayn
    You try to get us, we gon splatter your brains mayn
    And I'm harder, than any you artists
    I'ma be the nigga in the winter, that's getting
    It regardless you retarded
    And the meaning, we bringing it so important
    Of you thinking of intervening, believe that you a target yeah
    And I'm making it better, for niggaz that's starving
    Trying to get they cheese up, we can't leave 'em back they need us
    Please brah, you ain't walked on my streets
    So how the fuck, you gon have the nuts to try me yeah

    See I am what I am, and it is what it is
    I've seen some shife shit, in the city I live
    Lil' kids man they out there bad, they out on the ave
    With a mouth full of butter, chasing mountains of cash
    And on the other half, some cats is taking another path
    Struggling wondering, how long will the trouble last
    I'm trying to bubble past, what everyone expected fo' me
    Accept it homie, this the road God selected fo' me
    So don't question my motives, know that I'm focused
    Niggaz is hating I'm hear em, and I know that they bogus
    But, I ain't gon let my boat pass me by
    So when I do what I do, don't ask my why

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    Composición: Yung Redd y Lil Ron

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