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letra de betrayal - a-game

[intro] (vice)
father, can you hear me? are you listening?
please help me help them

[hook] (vice)
jesus christ, i’m surrounded by judas
claim that they love ya, but be ready to do ya
feel the betrayal, all these haters tryin’ to crucify me
f-ck ’em, i’ll be back for ’em in 3 days

[verse 1] (vice)
pop out on ya like 3d, devils trying to defeat me
the hate don’t really worry me, it’s the fake friends trying to bury me
i take my time you can’t hurry me… work at my own pace
who’s my worst enemy? (me) i see my own face
i’m trying to fight these demons, trying to fight these monsters, give me the mic to conquer all the lands and seas
give me one mic, and one mac, and watch me murk these emcees
rap in spite of what the game became, we lost hip hop to a bunch of lames
i’m in my own lane, i do my own thang
i don’t f-ck with y’all traitors, who sold your souls
for a pot of gold, and a couple hoes
i don’t f-ck with y’all traitors, trying to stab me in the back
i ain’t sell my soul, and still got dope tracks

[hook]

[verse 2] (vice)
styrofoam with that ‘nac in it, that’s my cup of wine
sip out the holy grail right before i rhyme, that’s when i rhyme divine, while chopping lines divide
good from bad, strong from weak, real from fake, my flow’s unique
i part the seven seas with my style, that’s my production team
you ain’t grind with me from day one, then don’t come up to me
asking me for no favors, i ain’t got time for fakes
behind my back, you a hater – you that type of snake
i never bit that fruit from the forbidden tree, but i just smoke the flowers from forbidden trees
yeah, don’t make this power get into me
cause i will devour, every one of my enemies
yeah, don’t make this power get into me
cause i will devour every single one of you fake emcees

[hook]

[verse 3] (a-game)
man, they back stabbing, still got the blade in me, fakes in my range no one real, they just stay trippin’
go and cut ’em off like clippers, i ain’t blake griffin swearin’ up and down by my side they gon’ stay with it – never that
you the type to go hate on a dude, go and tell your homies a-game is a fool
your nose in my business like parents, i swear that you f-ck boys better make way and just move
betrayal’s when the girl that you loved, is a well-known sl-t meeting other guys to f-ck
betrayal’s when a homie try to front, like a real f-cking dog all he want is a buck
wannabe’s they make me sick, like restaurants they get 86’d
f-ck ’em all in their faces, see me face-to-face, get your -n-s kicked
i’m p-ssionate with this rappin’ sh-t, you can see the drive in my eyes
my circle smaller than midget pinkies, y’all pillow talking and tellin’ lies
doubt my hustle and hate as well, but that anger sh-t it ain’t safe for health
i said doubt my hustle and hate as well, but one day my name gon’ be ringin’ bells

[hook]

[outro] (a-game)
all these enemies man
it’s like, i probably got more enemies than friends
and i don’t even know it
that’s what betrayal’s all about

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