Miles Nautu - God Gave Me A Mouth
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Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream
A 20 for a holla and 100 for a stream
5k for a beat
Hundred bands for a feat
Huh
A dollar and a dream
But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese
I ain’t got a cent to rest on
Generational wealth starting at me
I ain’t got a friend without none
And they asking me why i'm always hustling like a fiend
Huh
My girl want a kid now
But i can’t pay for food, even rentals out
1k for a week
On a pad
You would think that i live in a fucking penthouse
Talking “you just gotta wait man”
Talking “this shit just a side plan”
I’m saying this shit is life man
Fuck your shitty life plan
Talking about a bag
That you made from your late grams
Lives opportune through your mum’s friends
Friends
My mum’s up at night coz my mum’s friend’s dead
No one to my side but my girl and my bed
So i fall from my pureness
To land in the bread
See last time i lagged ‘hind
Fell face first in the cursed past dimes
None
So they chastise
“why you waste your life?”
Luck the hype
Let you pass, nah
Blame me for my crowd
For my sound
For my past times
See
Now i’ll never let em judge me again
They gon’ hear my name on tv like “where did he begin?”
Oh that kid he was a fool couldn’t believe he was him
So when they pay they fucking dues
I’ma pay for a benz
Just to spite em
That despite them i still made it my own
Without a dollar in my name to console
No one saving my soul
No one forcing me to slave to these droves
Taking my life
To these lows
Try disable my flows
I found myself in all this hate
And lord knows i won’t get this chance again
So i stay driven
And i can’t change
Coz god gave me a mind
Fuck the man
Fuck the i
Fuck the we
Fuck the ride
Fuck the money
Fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Bitch it’s me, myself and i
Tryna cover up soul
But they fucking up my size
I guess no one on my side
But i don’t need em
Anyway
I could disintegrate
These rappers
With my throwaways
Acting like they over pay
Really they just over paid
Lying, hissing children
All i see are fucking cobra snakes
This i cannot overstate
Uh
Any minute i’m forming through intuition
The force of imminent nature
That’s coursing towards the victim
The victim in question
Is the success
Of which i am destined
They tapping foot, keeping pressure
But fakers i’m boutta overtake
Mind is ticking
These jokers been tryna trick em
My vocals been heavy listened
And posted in every system
They soon to ferry my mission
And stealing my flows, imprisoned
I realise that your beats all been
Re-recorded
And overlaid
Fuck the man
Fuck the i
Fuck the we
Fuck the ride
Fuck the money
Fuck the pride
Fuck it do it on my own
Huh
Soon these people blow up my phone
And i ain’t tryna hear that bullshit, tell em “leave me alone”
But i’m way too fly to land
And got too many flows to ship through
So they needing my presence
Or they get turned into gristle
Like
Houston, we got an issue
Me and my team been
Reduced to ashes like fucking tissues
For fucking with miles nautu
Revolution like malcolm
Every else the middle
Young and killing like x but
My family keep it civil
For shizzel my nizzel
The greatest song around is just a tribute
The jays that i been smoking
Made dead presidents potent
The tec 11
Will soak em
Consider that one a gift
If i don’t mention your name
Then you probably ain’t worth shit
Rappers sucking my dick
Producers sucking my dick
Everyone with some knowledge
Just bandwagoned my shit
But you can’t blame em
For freaking when miles nautu exists
Nobel like i just invented dynamite sticks
Oh shit
A 20 for a holla and 100 for a stream
5k for a beat
Hundred bands for a feat
Huh
A dollar and a dream
But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese
I ain’t got a cent to rest on
Generational wealth starting at me
I ain’t got a friend without none
And they asking me why i'm always hustling like a fiend
Huh
My girl want a kid now
But i can’t pay for food, even rentals out
1k for a week
On a pad
You would think that i live in a fucking penthouse
Talking “you just gotta wait man”
Talking “this shit just a side plan”
I’m saying this shit is life man
Fuck your shitty life plan
Talking about a bag
That you made from your late grams
Lives opportune through your mum’s friends
Friends
My mum’s up at night coz my mum’s friend’s dead
No one to my side but my girl and my bed
So i fall from my pureness
To land in the bread
See last time i lagged ‘hind
Fell face first in the cursed past dimes
None
So they chastise
“why you waste your life?”
Luck the hype
Let you pass, nah
Blame me for my crowd
For my sound
For my past times
See
Now i’ll never let em judge me again
They gon’ hear my name on tv like “where did he begin?”
Oh that kid he was a fool couldn’t believe he was him
So when they pay they fucking dues
I’ma pay for a benz
Just to spite em
That despite them i still made it my own
Without a dollar in my name to console
No one saving my soul
No one forcing me to slave to these droves
Taking my life
To these lows
Try disable my flows
I found myself in all this hate
And lord knows i won’t get this chance again
So i stay driven
And i can’t change
Coz god gave me a mind
Fuck the man
Fuck the i
Fuck the we
Fuck the ride
Fuck the money
Fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Bitch it’s me, myself and i
Tryna cover up soul
But they fucking up my size
I guess no one on my side
But i don’t need em
Anyway
I could disintegrate
These rappers
With my throwaways
Acting like they over pay
Really they just over paid
Lying, hissing children
All i see are fucking cobra snakes
This i cannot overstate
Uh
Any minute i’m forming through intuition
The force of imminent nature
That’s coursing towards the victim
The victim in question
Is the success
Of which i am destined
They tapping foot, keeping pressure
But fakers i’m boutta overtake
Mind is ticking
These jokers been tryna trick em
My vocals been heavy listened
And posted in every system
They soon to ferry my mission
And stealing my flows, imprisoned
I realise that your beats all been
Re-recorded
And overlaid
Fuck the man
Fuck the i
Fuck the we
Fuck the ride
Fuck the money
Fuck the pride
Fuck it do it on my own
Huh
Soon these people blow up my phone
And i ain’t tryna hear that bullshit, tell em “leave me alone”
But i’m way too fly to land
And got too many flows to ship through
So they needing my presence
Or they get turned into gristle
Like
Houston, we got an issue
Me and my team been
Reduced to ashes like fucking tissues
For fucking with miles nautu
Revolution like malcolm
Every else the middle
Young and killing like x but
My family keep it civil
For shizzel my nizzel
The greatest song around is just a tribute
The jays that i been smoking
Made dead presidents potent
The tec 11
Will soak em
Consider that one a gift
If i don’t mention your name
Then you probably ain’t worth shit
Rappers sucking my dick
Producers sucking my dick
Everyone with some knowledge
Just bandwagoned my shit
But you can’t blame em
For freaking when miles nautu exists
Nobel like i just invented dynamite sticks
Oh shit
