Ryan Hemsworth - 43 Hours In lyrics

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Ryan Hemsworth - 43 Hours In lyrics

[Hook: Deniro Farrar] 43 hours in, I'm on a money binge Wanna know where I been? I'm where the money is Now count it out, thousand dollar piles [Hook] [Verse 1: ST 2 Lettaz] See oftentimes I get lost in time 360 cents in every hour So that means every second cost a dime So imagine what I'm spending in a fiscal year When bills start to pile up And days start to disappear So f** a watch, I watch the sky If the house at noon, made it back 'round sunrise But you can't always follow the stars So I walk by faith and try to follow my heart My hometown on now, put it down for my home state Young Superman still fly with no cape And I was training in the rain all by my lonely Now I'm winning; motherf**ers want to help me hold the trophy So they ask why I rap about overseas I tell them most of my Gs got cases so they can't leave The state, or they never left the 'Ville So I hit 'em up on Skype, show them the view from my hotel [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] (Shady Blaze, I see you ST, what's happening, bruh?) Out the concrete a rose grow I'm from the block where they pill pop and guns blow Them peewees strapped, where the f** they finna run for? Police patrol, we still manage to get the dope sold That's how it go I never been a stranger to the trap I'm countin' up this dirty money scattered 'cross my lap Hand on my strap, paranoid cause I'm serving smokers Gotta watch my enemies and try to keep my friends closer You can't tell who is who, I swear this world full of vultures Can't trust a motherf**ing soul, what the game showed us Maneuver smooth cause them pigs tryin' to meet their quota You get a extra five years, you lockin' with that soda In Austin, Texas, conversatin' with my n***a Clova He told me, "'Niro, keep on grindin' 'til you get exposure" Christmas and Bentley with me, tryin' to get some b**hes over And Shady Blaze, my f**in' dog, we gettin' closer To flying private jets with ST, I'm gettin' chauffeur But in reality I'm just a rapper trying to make it Out my current situation with my lack of patience Slowly embracing this rap sh** as my occupation Need a Bugatti, I'm on Twitter, DMing with Satan Murder on my mind, I stop by the police station Blew the cop head off that k** my n***a Aaron I call that reparation Bustin' like I'm crazy, pistol off safety God, save me [Verse 3: Shady Blaze] I'm in the studio every day hoping for better days but I keep getting the worst, yeah People singin' and tellin' at me but for some reason when I'm in the streets I feel cursed, yeah I'm all on the gas and I'm tryin' to go fast but it still feels like I'm in reverse, yeah I just wanna pile up all the money as much as I can 'til I'm up in a hearse, yeah I got firearms gettin' held back But the handless pain, I never felt that Man, I go through the middle just like a tailback And you ain't gettin' the money, I cannot help that n***a one time, b**h n***as want mine But I eat like it's lunch time Three n***as come by ridin', it's crunch time And I threw it all, wrong man for the punchline, okay? Let's get it, I'm ridin' here Everybody in the area, I'm gonna have everybody in fear All you wack male n***as, y'all about to be clear? Get them motherf**ers droppin' 'til they box on the ear Shady Blaze and his brethren and I got that drum She gonna cut with your money, better stop that ho n***a one beat, better pop-pop and go I'm on fire here, n***a, stop drop and roll My homie sellin' our powder, I'm feelin' like power The money is ours for 43 hours (?) It's time to devour the n***as who nah'd us, we doin' it I just thought we'd go in it so don't be offended Get money then spend it, we livin' resplendent Don't tell my life business, yo, love to my n***as And f** all the women we movin', sh**... [Hook x2]