Piece of sh*t
By Maino
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[Chorus]
I always been a piece of sh*t (piece of sh*t)
Lived on the street 'till they thieved for my sh*t
Had to scheme [?] to get rich
Deceitful, so I treated a b*tch
I always been a piece of sh*t
No wonder, had to grind the whole summer
Sleep, sh*t I ran the streets 'till that sun-up
Sin cause the nine to five was no come-up
I always been a piece of sh*t (piece of sh*t)
Lived on the street 'till they thieved for my sh*t
Had to scheme [?] to get rich
Deceitful, so I treated a b*tch
I always been a piece of sh*t
No wonder, had to grind the whole summer
Sleep, sh*t I ran the streets 'till that sun-up
Sin cause the nine to five was no come-up
I always been a piece of sh*t
[Verse 1: ?]
I don't f*ck around, I got dough to make
My time, money, got none to waste
They hated on me, now they eating sh*t
Remember who made it, the same old piece of sh*t
Had me tamed, now I got up off the leash and sh*t
I'm ready for blood, don't come at me with peace and sh*t
Say you a killer, nobody's f*cking mean legit
You added the press and then cutting out the seams and sh*t
f*ck is that?
Bust and we bustin' back
Keep it hunnid, you be lying, no thundercap
b*tch I keep that loud like a thunderclap
And my n*ggas move loads like laundromats
Never on safety
[?] them papers
Running my home and I'm leaving you stankin'
Trust no one, f*ck trynna be friendly, hard body motivated by the ones that's hatin'
Grinding 'till I make it to the top, you will never get respect when you trynna be somethin' that you not
[Verse 2: ?]
And you pumpin' on the block
But you always out here running from the cops
Getting caught, and you bumping comes a lot
I gotta hate it, nowadays it got me so frustrated cause these young-ins out here fakin' killin' people over nothin'
Got the heroin poke, they carry the coke, their parents ain't carin' they [?] lead to sharin' the dope
I had to hustle hard, built a life off the [?]
And it's been so cut-throat
I've seen the struggle part, killed the mic when I bust flows
And I've been so cut-throat
I'm swingin' my fists, hit or miss if they rush us
Middle finger like, "f*ck ya"
For the T I hold it down, give my life for my brothers
So who the f*ck am I to judge ya?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: ?]
I always been a piece of feces
A different species
And these motherf*ckers won't let me be G's
And BGs try to act like they earned their stripes, but these motherf*ckers can never believe these things I've seen
Pops was a G, mom's a fiend
'Member when you told me I was nothing? I'mma follow my dreams, and prove these motherf*ckers wrong
Came to slaughter the scene, indulge in the beat
Flogger of peeps, could never be involved as a team
Called it a thing, now people just don't know
It's called loyalty
But I'm Obama in pajamas, since they all wanna sleep
[Verse 4: ?]
I gotta couple freak b*tches, but they know I'm a creep
And I don't ever come around until the end of the week
And they don't ever get a word in 'less I tell 'em to speak
I'm from the east and I treat b*tches like I'm a beast
I always thought I was the sh*t, but at least I'm a piece
Yeah, I'm a piece of sh*t
I smoke sweets and sh*t
I played video-games for three weeks and sh*t
And if the drought hit, I ain't gonna have rent money
Yeah, it's funny how I always break the lease and split
Ease my mind when she squeeze my di*k
I treat her like a dog, you should see this sh*t
I'm a fecal prick, I got no excuse, but just to bust her loose because it seemed legit
[Chorus]
I always been a piece of sh*t (piece of sh*t)
Lived on the street 'till they thieved for my sh*t
Had to scheme [?] to get rich
Deceitful, so I treated a b*tch
I always been a piece of sh*t
No wonder, had to grind the whole summer
Sleep, sh*t I ran the streets 'till that sun-up
Sin cause the nine to five was no come-up
I always been a piece of sh*t (piece of sh*t)
Lived on the street 'till they thieved for my sh*t
Had to scheme [?] to get rich
Deceitful, so I treated a b*tch
I always been a piece of sh*t
No wonder, had to grind the whole summer
Sleep, sh*t I ran the streets 'till that sun-up
Sin cause the nine to five was no come-up
I always been a piece of sh*t
[Verse 1: ?]
I don't f*ck around, I got dough to make
My time, money, got none to waste
They hated on me, now they eating sh*t
Remember who made it, the same old piece of sh*t
Had me tamed, now I got up off the leash and sh*t
I'm ready for blood, don't come at me with peace and sh*t
Say you a killer, nobody's f*cking mean legit
You added the press and then cutting out the seams and sh*t
f*ck is that?
Bust and we bustin' back
Keep it hunnid, you be lying, no thundercap
b*tch I keep that loud like a thunderclap
And my n*ggas move loads like laundromats
Never on safety
[?] them papers
Running my home and I'm leaving you stankin'
Trust no one, f*ck trynna be friendly, hard body motivated by the ones that's hatin'
Grinding 'till I make it to the top, you will never get respect when you trynna be somethin' that you not
[Verse 2: ?]
And you pumpin' on the block
But you always out here running from the cops
Getting caught, and you bumping comes a lot
I gotta hate it, nowadays it got me so frustrated cause these young-ins out here fakin' killin' people over nothin'
Got the heroin poke, they carry the coke, their parents ain't carin' they [?] lead to sharin' the dope
I had to hustle hard, built a life off the [?]
And it's been so cut-throat
I've seen the struggle part, killed the mic when I bust flows
And I've been so cut-throat
I'm swingin' my fists, hit or miss if they rush us
Middle finger like, "f*ck ya"
For the T I hold it down, give my life for my brothers
So who the f*ck am I to judge ya?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: ?]
I always been a piece of feces
A different species
And these motherf*ckers won't let me be G's
And BGs try to act like they earned their stripes, but these motherf*ckers can never believe these things I've seen
Pops was a G, mom's a fiend
'Member when you told me I was nothing? I'mma follow my dreams, and prove these motherf*ckers wrong
Came to slaughter the scene, indulge in the beat
Flogger of peeps, could never be involved as a team
Called it a thing, now people just don't know
It's called loyalty
But I'm Obama in pajamas, since they all wanna sleep
[Verse 4: ?]
I gotta couple freak b*tches, but they know I'm a creep
And I don't ever come around until the end of the week
And they don't ever get a word in 'less I tell 'em to speak
I'm from the east and I treat b*tches like I'm a beast
I always thought I was the sh*t, but at least I'm a piece
Yeah, I'm a piece of sh*t
I smoke sweets and sh*t
I played video-games for three weeks and sh*t
And if the drought hit, I ain't gonna have rent money
Yeah, it's funny how I always break the lease and split
Ease my mind when she squeeze my di*k
I treat her like a dog, you should see this sh*t
I'm a fecal prick, I got no excuse, but just to bust her loose because it seemed legit
[Chorus]
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