Last of a Dying Breed (feat. NewCountry)

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Grymey

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Music is life and now they know so they dumbing it down
Hip hop we mad it way to far to start mumbling now
The last of a dying breed cut from a different cloth
You can't be scared to take a L you'll never be a boss
They traded talent out for likes the rap game is lost
I feel a feeling in the air and the feelings off
My favorite number is one but my lucky number's seven
Come walk with me as I walk the streets in these bred elevens
My favorite number is one but my lucky number's seven
Come walk with me as I walk the streets in these bred elevens
The rap game's corrupt they traded talent out for likes
I can't connect I see debris from broken satellites
They say Hip hop is dead and we're living in the afterlife
You sacrificed and you sold your soul for half the price
A matching watch and chain a grill and some pocket change
A rappers starter kit to make you a puppet to fame
They got you hooked by giving money to feed your addiction
You scared to sober up the street gon tell you you switching
That's everybody rapping sex money murder and drugs
On and on the same song of a wannabe thug
They say hip hop is dead I think that it just need a second
A new country a grymey world my nigga read the message
Music is life and now they know so they dumbing it down
Hip hop we made it way to far to start fumbling now
The last of a dying breed cut from a different cloth
You can't be scared to take a L you'll never be a boss
They traded talent in for likes the rap game is lost
I feel a feeling in the air and the feelings off
I walk around with thirty grand
You probably want to stick me up
Before you put a stick on me
They probably need a pick me up
New Country Grymey
I walk around with thirty grand
You probably want to stick me up
Before they put a stick on me
They probably need a pick me up
Or just a little sniff sniff it up
Watch me mix it up Grymey said he need a hit
I'm a fix it up I'm talking real rap
Big as biggie back jump up on an Iggy track
So you can get your piggy back
I'm from the era where the cord was tapped
In and out the trap running plays like a quarterback
I found the artifacts before I even started
Was looking up to the god of rap
At any cost thinking back I only thought of rap
Rapping with no heart like look having a heart attack
Ha where the garbage at
I put them in and stuff them to the bottom where they need to be
A new country but a Grymey world what it seems to be
Reason being I'm pulling strings I don't need to swing
Swinging things tell the law I ain't seen a thing
The last of a dying breed cut from a different cloth
You can't be scared to take a L you'll never be a boss
They traded talent in for likes the rap game is lost
I feel a feeling in the air and the feelings off

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