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UNCUT GEMS (HOWIE'S SONG)

from ROBBED by Gat$

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    This is it. This is the album. My brother died and all I have to show for it is this body of work. I tried to remember him and the conversations about life we used to have, and I guess this is my best way of eulogizing him. Lord knows I choked up at the funeral. It took a lot to make this record, and I think it's the most special thing I've recorded, so I'm putting it on vinyl. I believe in it. If Abel can charge $100 for House of Balloons ten years later, I can make a record and do the same...maybe, lol. This is a preorder so since y'all rock with me so heavy, I'm placing it at $75 and we'll make it limited. If we have any leftover, well, we going to the moon lol. Each album will come personally addressed to YOU. We're going to make so many, and if it sells out before the release date, we will meet the demands; but once it's out, it's gone. I hope you enjoy this album. I love you, bro.

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about

That ending fucked me up. Adam deserved the nomination. I feel the pressure everyday that Howie did.

lyrics

Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser

And I still feel like a villain
All these pains I’ve been living
All this pain what’s the limit
Money change up by the minute
All of these chains, I’m a menace
All of these chains, whats the penance
I done threw hands for forgiveness
All those nights I was tripping
I done cried for the pennant
I done died for these innings
Tell a loser where is his winnings
Can I cash out on these feelings
Cash out

I need a thrill for real
I need a pill to feel
Off a benz for real
I’m feeling geeked
I can’t compete
Until I feel a mil

Hit the alarm, what it’s worth,
This 9 to 5 really don’t work
I struggle for worth, what a price on a nigga
Before I ride around town in a hearse
Or covered in dirt
Like gold or gem with no cut
undersold since we hit birth
It feel like a curse
I studied the rappers and ballers
Cause doctors and lawyers ain’t dropping no shirts
Which cycle is worse?
I been looking for shade life ain’t been too sunny, huh
Tired of living bummy, huh
Tired of having my stummy tucked
Pucker up my pockets cause the duckets ain’t been coming bruh
Don’t come here with that funny stuff
Ben Richards if the stick is up
Streaming ain’t no real money this rapping shit ain’t paying bucks
Slave masters r’ us I think we already know the jig is up
We be selling trauma on these beats but who gon check for us
If they can’t get a check for us
This bout’ to get dangerous

Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser
Step in like yessuh I mean
Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser
Step in like yessuh I mean

What kind of tree could bear the strange fruit
What kind of evil would watch it take root
Watch them take you
String you up likes it’s gonna be me
Lemme break it down for the color blind who don’t see
Purple like an Apple that got too big for the branch
My aura bruised, so I’m enthused to light up stash
On the same hues as my blues, a lil red in hash
You can’t feel my pain so I don’t puff it and pass I just puff it and laugh
Homies catch the pump cause they was on the wrong gas
Death a funny thing cause they go someplace better
Now you crying wiping tears off your seaters
You homie face on a Gildan tell me that shit aint fucked
The one night you left your shit in the tuck
Divide and conquer expensive heat where it’s low income
That’s global warming then some serve it like dim sum
They owe us forty acres then some
We all broke when the rent come
Then we all broken, that's so damn dumb

credits

from ROBBED, released May 14, 2021
Primary Artist: Gat$
Lyricist: Robert Ferdinand
Mixing Engineer: Paul Sombric
Producer: Robert Ferdinand
Songwriter: Robert Ferdinand

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