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WE DON'T FOLD lyrics
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Intro
Yeah... three-oh-five to the nine-five-four Light bill hit this mornin', we still standin' We don't fold
Verse 1
First of the month and the leasing office grinnin' Lauderhill rent jumped, two bands for a one-bed, no kiddin' Roaches in the wall but the note like a mortgage payment Section 8 list longer than the line down at the DMV Cousin on the couch, lil' brother on the love seat Carol City raised me, I don't crack, I don't lean Pink slip on the door, tape it up, chase the green
Pre-chorus
They keep takin' more, we keep findin' a way Sun up on my neck, I'm out 'fore the break of day City wanna fold us, nah, we cut from the clay Ten toes on the concrete, hear what I say
Chorus
Everything went up but the check, the check Still ten toes down, ain't lost a step, a step Rent due Monday, we don't fold, we don't fold Three-oh-five, nine-five-four, we run the road, run the road Price went up, we still outside, still out Tank on E but we still slide, still slide The Hill to the Bean, we don't fold, don't fold Three-oh-five, nine-five-four, we run the road, run the road
Verse 2
Pump say forty just to make it to the nine Palmetto at five a.m., brake lights down the line Ninety-five north, car note thirty days behind Catch the twenty-two when the gas tank cry Opa-locka to the job, I'ma make it, no lie AC out the window in the ninety-degree sky Lock in, no excuse, get it 'til the day die
Verse 3
Ventanita cafecito went and raised up on me too Croqueta in the bag when the pockets lookin' blue Publix sub line, watch the total climb the screen Feed the whole crib off a paycheck and a dream Oxtail off the spot on the 441 still hot Momma turn a little into plenty, that's the plot Pastelito for the road, gas station, two dollars Fridge near empty but the table never hollers
Bridge
My granny did it harder, never told us she was tired Hurricane took the roof, she rebuilt it out the wire So when the number jump again, I just say her name Carol City in my chest, that's the steel in my frame
Pre-chorus
They keep takin' more, we keep findin' a way Sun up on my neck, I'm out 'fore the break of day City wanna fold us, nah, we cut from the clay Ten toes on the concrete, hear what I say
Chorus
Everything went up but the check, the check Still ten toes down, ain't lost a step, a step Rent due Monday, we don't fold, we don't fold Three-oh-five, nine-five-four, we run the road, run the road
Verse 4
Two jobs, one side gig, sleep is for later Bag in the trunk, droppin' food to my neighbor Cut fades on the porch, flip a sofa on the app Sistrunk to the Swap Shop, gettin' it, no nap Started in the trenches, got a LLC now, no clout Stand on business, that's my word, that's the route Pollo at three a.m., that's what the grind about
Verse 5
They said the city eat you, watch the city feed me Three-oh-five on my chest, let the whole world read me Recession in the news, we been broke, we don't read it Made a feast out of crumbs, ask my people, believe it Light bill paid late but the kids in they Sunday best Ten toes in the trenches, we been passin' every test So raise it up again, we don't flinch, we don't stress Nine-five-four to the globe, we the realest, we blessed
Pre-chorus
They keep takin' more, we keep findin' a way Sun up on my neck, I'm out 'fore the break of day City wanna fold us, nah, we cut from the clay Ten toes on the concrete, hear what I say
Chorus
Everything went up but the check, the check Still ten toes down, ain't lost a step, a step Rent due Monday, we don't fold, we don't fold Three-oh-five, nine-five-four, we run the road, run the road
Outro
We don't fold, no Three-oh-five, nine-five-four Ten toes, down That's on everything
Inside the recording
Yeah... three-oh-five to the nine-five-four Light bill hit this mornin', we still standin'
They keep takin' more, we keep findin' a way Sun up on my neck, I'm out 'fore the break of day
We don't fold, no Three-oh-five, nine-five-four
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