Bambú - Peddlin' Music lyrics

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Bambú - Peddlin' Music lyrics

[Verse] [Bambu]: What you know about photocopied CD labels? Staple photocopy fliers in the city of Angels Hittin' every open mic up, early just to sign up And line up to catch a show with big name lineups I would study every rap act thinkin' I could smash that Hopin' I could get the chance to do my own tracks I'm back up till the sun up then right to my day job I'm right in my boss face, "f** it, I'm late dawg." Fire me and fine somebody else to go stock rooms 10 hour shift, no lunch, to my bedroom To record it, mix it, bounce it and burn it And I'm hittin' up the DJ's like, "My man it's murderous." While I'm stuck between the gang ties and a gang life Tryin' to walk right so I don't end up in Wayside And end up not a-live And every single time I hear a kick, snare, ba** It hurt not to rhyme Like my man Fatgums while he up in that cla**room Tryin' to stay focused when he open that textbook Every pen tap is a boom bap hit He's fightin' droppin' out to make that hip hop sh** But that's the struggle I guess Man, we peddle for cents We peddle music on the side and hopefully make rent Bambu been through it, Fatgums goin' through it But the fact you listenin' gon' keep us makin' this music [Scratches]: "I reside where the struggle and hustle coincide" - Blue Scholars 'Wounded Eyes'