Gee Watts - Foreign Flights Lyrics

I fail 9 times
But On the dime Ima rise
I know hard times won't last
Get out yo' chest get n yo'bag

I fail 9 times
But On the dime Ima rise
I know hard times don't last
Get out yo' chest get n yo'bag

I know hard lines
I know grit I know grind
I know hard times
Don't last
Get out ya chest get n ya bag
Won't last
Get out ya chest get n ya

How many times, how many times the son shine before the sun decide
The lite it give it needa hold before it lose its glow
Nobody know
But that's the purpose fuck speculation jus play role
Mine was n the trenches, no ping tower or camera roles
Shit is not a gimmick, religion how it take a soul
Make a hole climb out
No matter what it look like bet I'm gon find out
Work ya hands grind route
Go time no time out that's what I'm bout
Niggas don't get they way don't be surprised niggas pout
I was plotting a play make a way fix it now
Beat my feet from here to Tulsa when they stayed n drought

I fall 9 times
On the dime ima rise
I know hard lines
I know grit I know grind
I know hard times
Don't last
Get out yo' chest get n yo' bag

I fail 9 times
But On the dime Ima rise
I know hard times won't last
Get out yo' chest get n yo'bag

How many times, how many times the sun shine before the sun decide
The lite it give it needa hold before it lose its glow
Nobody know (Mm mmm)