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Big boss in a mini me suit Stand tall ‘cause the city needs truth I’m the main one filling these boots I’m the same one singing these tunes You not raw and you really need rules I’m as smooth as breeze moves I can prove my gene pool Is made for the cathedral My man we so unequal I won it, you playing the game still I weigh in, I’m tippin the scale still Built the platform and the frame still I think you rappers oughta stay still Unless you really tryna break bills Otherwise I break dreams Look, that’s why half my bars have the same theme I see the light at the end of the ray beam, I mean I have always had an attitude You will always think I’m mad at you And get walked over like a pair of shoes I fly over like a parachute And hit you with that bird beak hawk shit Sounding like a girl meets God shit You could never block that don shit I know how to walk and talk it They know how to blah blah Letras de cancionesBut they don’t want the rah rah Listen they don’t want the karma Bet you they don’t get the armor On they plate is no Sriracha No sauce, huh Bowling fail, no balls, huh But shorty great, no falls, bruh Ever since my uncle stabbed my dad in the face I bossed up Best believe boy I be chasing extreme joy I be baking these beats boy Clairmont Masego on the keys boy Dare not be hating on the dream boy 2oolman saw my theme through So imma do this for my g-ma up in heaven boppin’ this preview (yeah I miss you) So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke And I ain’t really tryna give it I listen whenever my mama spoke Now I’m just really tryna get it It’s your life, you should live it Live it, live it Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4 My bigger cousin Got life in front him I couldn’t function I find me specking Myself my budging If I kept it tucked in If I was bussing With the repercussions Without respect I mean, we are young blacks Every day it feels like dodging and finding ways to live Like, government hates me, my hood hates me I can’t leave my crib Man, I’m out this home My fear can’t hold me out from getting dough My god got me could’ve died when that car fronted me but I’m here Your dough my smoke, then y’all wanna smoke Why do you think I go hard for cuz I’m crying on the phone I was in sparse for a year On a couch couldn’t make any bones Lick lick I’m home Bliss, same bliss was what I had any money for some home My dad’s department departures as soon as they get started I’m a rhapsody, is dope Like weed and white yo Fire she a pyro Try with me and I’ll blow I’ll delete a guy’s bones Fum to fe to fi fo No police at my door Luckily my mind forged Something to focus on I’m on a roll yea, I’m on my DIY glow Europeans might know (they do) That all you gotta do is pay you There’s always gonna be a way through Not even talking bout the ye’ boo And govi I got sum to say too Had faith in the trust I awarded you I hate that I loved and supported you I pray that my brothers don’t corner you So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke And I ain’t really tryna give it I listen whenever my mama spoke Now I’m just really tryna get it It’s your life, you should live it Live it, live it Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4 From Letras Mania