{"id":261370,"created_at":"2022-05-15 06:58:35","updated_at":"2024-05-15 04:34:30","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-05-15 06:58:35","original_id":null,"artist_id":23726,"title":"Said It's Lit(instrumental)","slug":"said-its-litinstrumental","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"I tried to find me a way up\r\nthey try to push me down man\r\nlike I'm a star and a clown man\r\nbut I'ma shine a ray up\r\ngetting my grind to blind the odds\r\nlook at my rap defying the flaws\r\nmaking my step define the course\r\nI keep praying if ain't with God \r\n\r\nHariccane I'm a bad day\r\nI don't care what a kat say\r\ntimebomb shit a Mayday\r\nto these blacks I'm the KK\r\non the mic with a mad face\r\nwhat I'm writing is a rap maze\r\ntaking rappers on a campaign\r\nI was cut from a rare cloth, look at my come up design the future\r\ntoo late for the light source, only bright niggas get the feature\r\non the right path as a leader, upper cut your demeanor\r\nthe left hook hit the ego, the right hook hittin meaner...\r\nnow I know why they don't want me in\r\nso afraid so they run away,\r\nfuck I'm brave so I'm running in\r\nI can see fake a mile away\r\nfuck a caution got me running shit \r\n\r\nthis a tail of an MC, transcendin to an Art-is\r\nmemoirs of a psycho... welcome to the cock-pit\r\nfly nigga put on autopilot, love in the air got my heart sick\r\nI bring hell if a nigga beef, 101 on how pop this \r\n\r\nthey say it's lonely at the top-ah they know none bout the bottom\r\nliquor stores in the hood are empty, Saturdays on a bottle\r\none life become too much hassle, single malt in a huddle\r\nget sober and then I feel drunk man the pit is the hardest hustle \r\nI think twice before I make a move\r\nblink twice then I take a shoot\r\nmy path needs tailored shoes\r\nno cap when I lace a tune \r\n\r\nevery breathe that I catch, is a pause to my greatness\r\nI can dunk I got lay ups, the young me had great stuff\r\non a joint I get too sharp, try n listen to my late cuts\r\nook at my nemisis dead in the eye, after I finish a prayer \r\n\r\nall this knowledge is from Timbuk\r\nbut I really need a Timber\r\nI'm hardcore y'all are Tinder\r\nI'm a lion I'm a Simba","download_count":121,"play_count":3,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-05-15","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/628\/088\/625\/thumb_834612_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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I tried to find me a way up
they try to push me down man
like I'm a star and a clown man
but I'ma shine a ray up
getting my grind to blind the odds
look at my rap defying the flaws
making my step define the course
I keep praying if ain't with God
Hariccane I'm a bad day
I don't care what a kat say
timebomb shit a Mayday
to these blacks I'm the KK
on the mic with a mad face
what I'm writing is a rap maze
taking rappers on a campaign
I was cut from a rare cloth, look at my come up design the future
too late for the light source, only bright niggas get the feature
on the right path as a leader, upper cut your demeanor
the left hook hit the ego, the right hook hittin meaner...
now I know why they don't want me in
so afraid so they run away,
fuck I'm brave so I'm running in
I can see fake a mile away
fuck a caution got me running shit
this a tail of an MC, transcendin to an Art-is
memoirs of a psycho... welcome to the cock-pit
fly nigga put on autopilot, love in the air got my heart sick
I bring hell if a nigga beef, 101 on how pop this
they say it's lonely at the top-ah they know none bout the bottom
liquor stores in the hood are empty, Saturdays on a bottle
one life become too much hassle, single malt in a huddle
get sober and then I feel drunk man the pit is the hardest hustle
I think twice before I make a move
blink twice then I take a shoot
my path needs tailored shoes
no cap when I lace a tune
every breathe that I catch, is a pause to my greatness
I can dunk I got lay ups, the young me had great stuff
on a joint I get too sharp, try n listen to my late cuts
ook at my nemisis dead in the eye, after I finish a prayer
all this knowledge is from Timbuk
but I really need a Timber
I'm hardcore y'all are Tinder
I'm a lion I'm a Simba
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