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• Artiste: Statik Selektah
• Titre: Sea The Shore
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Statik Selektah I've been tryin' for way too long to find myself an ear Tryin' to make myself in this here city Tryin' to keep my head above the water (Statik, Paul Wall, baby) I can see the shore I caught a new wave, I'm almost to the shore Self-aware, I can see it clear, sure All bullshit aside, no manure This type of game is not sold in stores The streets are dirty, that's why I'm muddy like a sewer Head on a swivel, mind sharper than a sword The world full of carnivores, they like to bite you 'til you sore I'm hands-on, manicured, tougher than a Ford I can't go back, only forward If it bring progress, I'm all for it I kill the static soon as Statik hit record If I had it all, I would still be out there getting more I always want some more, but I hate s'mores It's not greed, I'm just a grinder at my core Only focused on me and never yours Talking down hoes, no allure Nowadays I like to meditate if I get bored I'm just tryna keep my motives pure, thank the Lord Jealousy a disease, showing love is the cure I avoid the sick fucks, shout out to Michael Rapaport I'm just tryna stack my paper ceiling to the floor I'm just tryna better me better than before If you trying to stifle that, please exit out the door I'm not the type to talk about it, me, I'm more a doer I was always taught real hustlers will endure The real era on life support, they tryna pull the cord But please don't fret, not yet, just check the score We still ahead in the game although we slightly fewer I don't sleep, so I guess that mean I don't snore I judge a character, not what you wore or what you pour I check for beats and bars, not what you sold and where you toured I handle my emotions, not another rapper scorned 1981 marked the year that I was born March 11, that's the day I took my earthly form Ready for 'em, can't be too afraid to transform Failure to adapt will fuck you faster than a porn Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers that I mourned I pray I comprehend and heed the signs when I'm warned I wonder if it's better to be adored or adorned I'm somewhere in the middle just trying to adjourn I don't wanna sell my soul, I just want the coin A Cadillac, a foreign, give me bread, keep the corn These boys out here warrin' and they corny like Des Moines Matter fact, they barely made it in with The Quan Freedom for my dog, Roger Brown on my arm I went from Antoine Drive to a U of H dorm Out the norm, get out the storm, bumpin' somewhere warm My Uber weed outside, I think he honked the horn I'm just tryna float I've been tryin' for way too long to find myself an ear Tryin' to make myself in this here city Tryin' to keep my head above the water I can see the shore in the distance I know I can't afford to be timid I gotta go and get it Even if I'm the bait