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letra de jay z, kanye, esco - amir obè

[intro: sample of “we do what we’re told” by peter gabriel]

[verse 1: amir obè]
imma make a million dollars, give it all to you
all this rapping about the hood, i give it all to moof
recording projects in the projects, where the f-ck is the stu’
my neighbors know this sh-t from top to bottom
got’ah,got’em to master volume, they play f-cking problems on repeat
f-ck the neighbors, i’m a neighborhood, f-ck them to they sleep
b-ss on ten, blackberry no author, when it goes off i dreamed about being sean carter
even meeting him, walking in his office
i probably be reluctant to play him this sh-t disgusting
this ain’t blueprint this the new print
watching ye’ interviews, like this how imma do it
no f-cks given, this is no f-cks living
i been cold for a minute, but a n-gga ain’t shivering
kinda feel like pride always keep me at a distance
they ain’t even realize a n-gga went missing
one day i met ty ty, depp introduced me
said i was a star, man that sh-t felt like a movie
i bet he don’t remember, i was rocking all the gucci
i was tryna rep the roc, but that’s how n-ggas gonna do me
i was that close, now a n-gga tired
you know you a loser when they saying,”at least you tried”
thought a few new records might even change they mind
my only plug at roc nation got fired
god, ironically i’m basically staying in marcy
tryna write the same story, i’m sorry i’m all dreams
i can’t let these dream k!llers k!ll my self-esteem
i got people in my corner, i ain’t selfless, please
i need hope, like a drug dealer need c0ke
miles for from the beach, another trip and my ki low
this the same sh-t that be disrupting my ego
getting played by childhood hero

[bridge]-red red wine:bob marley(sample of song mixed in)

[verse 2: amir obe]
i ain’t doing sh-t to flatter
i’m doing this sh-t to blood splatter
i just realized the co-sign does matter
seen cole, seen drake, met sylvia
and on the real i ain’t even surprise drake cussed at her
i was tryna play my jams, she paid more attention to her poodle, b-tch i’ll be d-mned
need to do some soul searching, you don’t understand
i worked on this for three years, for three years
i feel pressure from my grandma she ain’t even alive
i ain’t look at life the same since my father retired
don’t know who worry more, me or him,glad that we both breathing
we gon spend a day watching cnn, i see me in him
he see him in me, lately i been in the d
praying like a pope moving like a g
i be losing sleep, into i move you to a beach
don’t you look surprise, nothing out of reach
nothing out of reach,i miss christmas in the hotel
know that feeling so well, i ain’t get no gifts
but i’m gifted, my soul i won’t sell
just when i think its good, they give me more h-ll
kind of like a good f-ck interrupted by a door bell
holidays be awkward, everybody be emotional
i just need some closure to certain sh-t that ain’t kosher
i’m too young to stress, and most the time i be sober
so i ain’t got no way of escaping a rollercoaster
and all you stupid f-cks, i ain’t never lose a deal
i just tore the contract up, said i’ll never lose the real
you ain’t see my p.o.v, tried to make me b.o.b
i rather be, broke in the d, playing that c.o.d
listening to idols i never got the chance to impress
i use to do it all for that, but now i’m easing the stress
cause roc don’t want a meeting, good don’t want no meeting
i’m good with meeting n-ggas, let my music do the speaking
i’m bad with business, i’ll probably be the last to win these riches
but when i do i’ll say the p-ssion did it, hit the masters with it
sick of tryna ball, but sh-t, magic did it
that line was far fetched but you had to get it, if you laughing at it
clever me,[????],painting sh-t i never see
i just write, i never read
i just rap, i never speak
they call me shy i’m never keef(no)
easily influenced and soft-spoken
horses on my polo have me feel important
got a lot to say, but for some reason i can’t record it
if i ain’t happy with my tone i might distort it
i guess i’m shy in a since, with violent thoughts
a violin hums while i silence the charts
i’m anti single, but f-ck being married to the game
i’ll just f-ck and bust nuts and hope y’all carry the pain
of b-st-rds i birth, caskets i earth, ratchets i swerved
if there’s one thing i learned its f-ck y’all, pay me
all y’all crazy, ain’t no college dropout i failed high-school ap
it’s a hard knock life, but you can’t knock my hustle
spent my education emulating jay z, kanye, esco
i’m somewhat depressed though, cause money came and went
but i ain’t get the respect though

- amir obe

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