letra de experience/ego death - intride
[intro]
it’s been a long time
[hook]
oh, here we go again, nice to meet ya
remeet i mean, how ya been bruh?
i been lookin’ down on ya from up here
it’s a shame you took the elevator and now ya stuck there
come here, we gotta talk about a few things
your music, toothpicks used, you can do it
tell me how ya been feelin’ from the inside
cuz i know you ain’t the same since you been intride
[verse #1]
intruder of the rulers of this little world
givin riddles to the little ones, even little girls
pitiful to the maximum, askin me what i actually do?
b-tch i’m you, but when you realize i’m the non-rappin you
that’s right, dead right, but you dead wrong
you nice but tride sing the best song
west side, bed stuy, whatever have you on
will have you babblin’ in babylon, get yo acting on
i know you since was a little baby
little crazy that you made it this far, on a day to day this far
haters’ll bake you a mercedes when you make a star
now the hatred is ya scared but you can’t take it anymore
so guess who you gon run to
the one dude you call god, the sun luz in large skies
ya lil fun group is dumb rude when you come through to roar rhymes
and when it comes to help you undo what you done, dudes wanna call fire
to me that sound like bullsh-t
back in ya head you wish them muf-ckas drown in a pool pit
you just don’t have the b-lls to say it
you feel incarcerated, and i can help you if you oughta make me
to say the least, i hope you find peace
so don’t mind me, i’m just a old friend
[hook]
oh, here we go again, nice to meet ya
remeet i mean, how ya been bruh?
i been lookin’ down on ya from up here
it’s a shame you took the elevator and now ya stuck there
come here, we gotta talk about a few things
your music, toothpicks used, you can do it
tell me how ya been feelin’ from the inside
cuz i know you ain’t the same since you been intride
[interlude]
it’s been a long time
since you been here
to talk to me [x2]
i missed ya, i missed ya, i missed ya
[verse #2]
hahaha guess who it is
that little voice inside yo head that make you shoot a b-tch
you a student of my work, i’ma make you rob that collar
i’m make you take that turf, i’m make you make that gwappa
i’m a liar, i’m a thief, i’m who you supposed to be
i’m the luda to the cris, you the b-tch behind my weave
see my st–zy be my pleasy, keep me high under these trees
get you bleeding when you need me, get you dead up in these streets
i’ma flee, i’m rob ya, take away that toddler
shoot that m-th-f-cka if he cryin’ bout his poppa
get the money, spend the money, f-ck the b-tches, smoke some blunts
ain’t it funny how the hunnies be the snitches, dead c-nts
i forgot my memories, only feel the frequencies
tryna figure out who is me is like figurin’ out what’s a g
f-ck is breathing? f-ck is talking? f-ck is walking?
f-ck is f-cking? i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ fetus out the womb
this world is haunting
[outro]
i’m a
i’m a
i’m a born baby
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