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Adit - Mean Shit Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]
Yeah
Crowded bus, train bomber-turned-style hopper
Ten out of ten dime fucker, it ain't gotta rhyme
[?] all I give to y'all, I give a lot of time
So for the next five minutes, let me get mine
Picture a crowded playground where nobody playin'
For all of those that never see, I feel I gotta paint it
Never tainted through the eyes of the plaintiff
Walkin' through the courtroom, high off the vapours
Ah, look 'im right between the eyes like David
With a bag full of stones, got a baddie on the phone
Losin' my virginity like, "Daddy's home"
Got me losin' my religion with a bag full of chrome
Got me in the zone (Zone), got me in the past (Past)
Got me sippin' slow, thinkin' fast
Trippin' off the reason that the towers fell
Shouts to Crook and all of those who built my outer shell
Called up my cousin out of Afghanistan
After all of the sufferin', still return for war like it's nothin'
While I'm at home Trivial Pursuit-in'
Breathin' fresh air while they over there shootin'
Focus on a dime like Vladimir...
And the floods up north got everybody lootin'
We in the stu' steady tyin' up them loose ends ([?] boys)
I'm only giving you my two cents
[Verse 2: [?]]
You know what's up, drinks filled, ballin' on cheap thrills
You're healed, baby, daily routine [?] sequel
Don't give a fuck ever since I was a junior
Graduated to a king, living boss in the future
Me, Crooked, Jimmy have hustled since school, now
We masters, outlasted inferior crews (True)
To the [?] does anyone have any questions?
See me with HD lookin' cooked
What you know about how we crash parties like it's nothing?
Walking home [?] tags still running
Summer days, blazed after pill popping [?]
Tags dropping, cyphers where the crowd's watching
2015's a different scene, and these flashbacks
Man, they seem like a dream
From battles where we dismantled THB, we Inner West
Don't confuse us with the usual
Gimme a Diddy beat, I'll rock a rapper's funeral
But, hey, it's okay, my homies crochet, Crooks, look
Take it back with this new look, I'm off [?] sunset cruising

[Verse 3: KBMGod]
This is the quarter-life crisis, and I'm caught up tryna fight
It
Caught up in my vices, but I'm righteous
But I roll the dice and love to take a chance
I am 25, and I ain't got no other plans, understand?
This is all it is, this is what I live for
I don't wanna meet The Maker, wishing that I lived more
So, here I am tryna make some sense of it
Thought I'd have it all worked out in the process
But maybe pills aren't conducive to getting right
Generation of kids that are getting high
Crashing out on couches, walking out of sound checks
Getting by 'cause we just live for the moment
And I got faith in the house party's keeping us young
And I got love for the [?] keeping us up
And I will rock like The Simpsons: pass when I'm done
See, I can party past half-one, Barry, fuck your lockout
KBM, I-Dub, we ain't need the Cross
Young gentlemen, suit and tie, looking dapper
Frank Abagnale, nobody could ever catch us
You should see our rackets and, fuck it, this is bad behaviour
Ma'fuckers never loved us, ask the neighbours
Eyes redder than them Boston 'Socks (Uh)
Got it right like Goldilocks (Uh)
The type of watch that'd cost a lot
I tell her straight, baby, scotch on rocks, and we off
And we out, yeah
[Verse 4: [?]]
You can
Tell 'em I'ma never leave, rocking that forever steez
Don't ask where it's next for me, 'cause my patch is that evergreen
Uh, I let 'em dream, Inner West pedigree
Means I write my own destiny, these nights might be the death of me
Get at me, I'll tell it straight, [?] the heavens gate
2040 heavyweights, [?] we demonstrate
I never claimed king, bitch, shadow town prince, though
Grew from the dark, and we been stars since, yo
I will never let one thing define me
I am more than the sum of my parts
See, we moved from the park into crowded bars
But we littered both with broken hearts, bad guys love art
One thing I've learned is [?] turn up
Goes some way to justifying the means
So we do it in the name of tryna lift the blame off
Taking shit that I don't need, watch the cycle repeat
Distort the air that I breathe
Blowing trees in the company of kings (And queens)

[Chorus: [?], Jimmy Nice]
Take a number, take a seat, kid
Mean shit, whole squad on that mean shit
Could it be the way that we get up?
Whole squad on that mean shit
Take a number, take a seat, kid
Mean shit, whole squad on that mean shit
(Could it be the way that we get up?)
Could it be the way that we get up?
Mean shit, mean shit, hey
Could it be the way that...
Could it be the way that we get up?
[Outro: [?]]
Whole squad on that mean shit
Take a number, take a seat, kid
Mean shit, whole squad on that mean shit
Mean shit