The Good Fight Lyrics - Charity Starts At Home - Phonte

When you wake up this morining, I want you to go to the mirror, and I want you to look at yourself in the eyes and say "Fuck you!, Fuck your hopes, Fuck your dreams, Fuck all the good you thought this life was 'gon bring you" 

Now lets got out there and make this bitch happy 

New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo 

Up early with the sun, and the stars, 6 A.M. ring the alarm 

Weather man say "it's 90 today but it gon' feel like 100 tomorrow 

So throw some fresh water under the arms" 

Bullshit soon as I come in the job 

Boss hit me with the news like a box-cutter under the jaw 

Said "they just had a meeting and about 3 hundred 

Of y'all gettin fired cuz we been defunded" 

Can't say I didn't even see it coming 

I always knew that one day, they'd find a way to throw me to the wolves 

And once they, came into my room on that Friday afternoon I was thinkin 

"why you faggot ass niqqas couldn't find me on Monday" 

I know it's not sane, but yo I'm just sayin 

Everybody prays for the day they see the light 

But the light at the end of the tunnel is a train 

5 dollar gas, and poverty rates, are rising much higher than your hourly rates 

So if you thinkin 'bout quittin you should probably wait 

Cuz everybody gotta do a fuckin job that they hate 

"Go and live out your dreams" thats what they tellin 

Fam in my ear all day and they yellin 

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"Keep it real Te", and don't ever sellout 

But how the fuck you sell out when ain't nobody sellin? 

Tired of playin with yall, I wanna fight the good fight 

But it ain't payin me dawg 

N.C., (Make ya money) 

VA, (Make ya money) 

To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost 

Wherever you at or whoever you are, that's me (Make ya money) 

All day (Make ya money) 

It's like chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit 

Just wanna get a taste, just wanna benefit 

Everyday we wake up there's the legitimate 

Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some niqqa shit 

Baby bro wrote me say he feel he lost me 

I'm like dude I'm tryin back the fuck up off me 

My single friends say "Te ya family's beautiful" 

I'm like if only y'all niqqas knew what it cost me 

This shit don't come with no blueprints 

And with every change it seems more like a game you could never win 

I tell my peoples I ain't rich but this harvest is the farthest a broke niqqa ever been 

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"Go for ya dreams" that's what they tellin 

Fam in my ear all day and they yellin 

"Keep it real Te", and don't ever sellout 

But what the fuck is sellin out if ain't nobody sellin? 

Tired of playin with yall, I wanna fight the good fight 

But it ain't payin me dawg 

N.C., (Make ya money) 

VA, (Make ya money) 

To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost 

Wherever you at or whoever you are, that's me (Make ya money) 

All day (Make ya money)