Emilio Rojas – Untouched Lyrics

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[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Listen, I ain’t concerned with the shine
I make ‘em work, I make ‘em earn it and grind
Been flirting with dimes and smirking get a curve in they spine
Where they determine your worth and where you furniture buy
I pull strings to get ‘em open like a vertical blind
The world has been mine for half my life, we all are acting like average
The only standard you after from all that crap you write
I’m in the rafters and I’m after height
Grabbing at success will be what separates investing from a sacrifice
I’m living handsomely, women slipping they hands on me
So go ahead and diss me, then I’mma get you financially
Miss me until you with me and then you be hardly standing me
Friends turning they back on me then calling me family
And my necessity lately is living recklessly
Ladies is sitting next to me, aching to get to neck with me
They ain’t change and they writing checks, they make wages
Begging me to bite on they necks like they some fang bangers
We ain’t strangers but I know the game and they dull the pain
Chasing paper like it’s Novocain, I don’t know they names
They my Jane Does and they only calling when I put my money in them
Like a payphone, pesos is way low, lower than they should have been
I will never settle when I’m knowing what I could have been
Yeah, I keep on pushing it to get right and I bring it out you fucking bitches
Like a mid-wife, you need to get a grip alright?

[Hook]
I put that work, make ‘em, make ‘em earn it
I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it
And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt
And when I pass by, younging keeping heads turning
Make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free, make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free
And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt
And I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it

[Verse Two: Emilio Rojas]
Emili is a killer of a mother loving drum
And the city where I’m from, it ain’t nothing but a slum
So you know I gotta decompress, yeah, I gotta be the best
And the flows I’m writing, well they’re tighter than a Freakum Dress
Yeah, I don’t believe in stress, I’m into control
The women that I know, they ain’t never been no hoes
Ain’t never been no strippers slipping down on them poles
But they political ‘cause they go down at the polls
I’m something like an activist, younging, I was smashing chicks
They was kinda older like I’m dusting in a graduate
Running every track I hit, you love me ‘cause my fashion sense
And I’m kinda buzzing in the motherfucking passionate
Yeah, I give ‘em something to believe in, way past hellos
Now I love you is the greeting and they really mean it
Got dedicated haters that are judging my achievements
I hustle while you motherfuckers sleep in, I’m beasting

[Hook]

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