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[Verse 1: Ghetts]
I never been last year
Watch 08
Real talk, Imma get back to my old ways
Fuck that, Imma get money back both ways, cats for cocaine and tracks to rotate
Here's my paper, air Jamaica
Now it's like I'm relaxing on so plane
I worked hard for the first class, tell the captain I'm okay
Next up in mansion (?) Girlfriend throwin' a tantrum, knowing I'm handsome and so vain
You can up a ransom I won't pay, same night I be with the mandem With Rosés skanky but no shame'
I be the type to draw shanks in the road rage
I'm the top boy in the grime scene, I ain't gonna stand for a low wage
I want more money, I'm like jewelry I don't want your money
I refuse to clean the floor honey
Labels are like "He's sure gully" They don't know what's fresh before doggy
Girl I don't want to be your hubby and meet your mummy that won't even feed your tummy
By the end of this year, if I ain't gone, will you know who will end my career?
[Hook: Ghetts]
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
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"Unsigned Hype" is a song by Ghetts from the album Freedom of Speech, released in 2007.
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We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
I'm letting my riders know I ain't lettin' my title go
I'm in the booth with the idle road, I'll invite em' all
You won't hear a recycled flows when I'm on the microphone
One line could help young minds evolve, I got called when gun crime was low
Now they blink round cus' gun crime was rose
I'm in the underground there's no sunshine below
A lot of niggas are unsigned and broke, fun times are old
So let's get serious, we need funding
You are lying if you say you don't need one thing
Still I feel like I'm the best period I need something
Hope isn't enough, road livin' is rough
Man go prison but still willin' to buss
I roll with the Rambo, pitchin', I'm so willing to cut
I don't wanna spit in a club for some minimum cut
I rather pack boots of mix CDs, I'm a grafter
That's true, I hit these streets with a bag of material
I'm on the road while you're still havin' your cereal
In a clash I'll eat for you
(Real talk, man)
[Hook: Ghetts]
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
Shine lights
If I don't go this year [x3]
Watch 08 [x3]
This year [x2]
[Verse 3: Lightnin]
What you sayin' G uh, one more year?
That means Lightnin's got another two years to go or less, more or less I'm about to blow, labels better start calling my phone or Imma hit the roads and walk with the chrome
They all lane on my two chains
If they come down to it, like Nike Imma just do it, take a bite just like chew it
Pay me though, niggas try to phase me though, but Imma concentrate I'm trying to get Jay-Z though
And that's a whole lot of work, I might half him with a whole lot of work
Huh huh, you say you're the best, it's a laugh and a joke
A laugh, the bars that your wrote
If I don't blow next year, Imma link with the end
Damn right, I'll be passing the coke
Check check, niggas tucking your necklace
On your marks get set go
Who wants to race me?
Come on, who wants to face me?
Done air, I'm not near then you boys should hate me
Apart from Devz, none of you gins can test
18 years ahead, I'm so ahead of my time my pops haven't even took my mumsy out for dinner yet
[Hook: Ghetts] x2
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain, I'm looking for the sunshine lights
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