Flip a Brick (Spare Time)
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Nobody could pay him for his time, so he started writing rhymes in his spare time. The underdog thesis.
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They say they could show me how to flip a brick into a mountain —
they also ain't even no accountant.
I could show you how to hustle in the streets,
but who be claimin' that they richer than somebody else
couldn't ever count it themselves?
Who be countin' what I make, if you couldn't ever count yourself in?
Don't be tryna count my cake.
Couldn't count on anybody tryna have what I make.
Tryna get another job, but they couldn't ever pay me for my time right —
there wasn't much that I'd make.
So now I write rhymes in my spare time.
I been gone, livin' for a minute —
now the beat is livid when I make a rhyme great.
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