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letra de pound cake freestyle - ashes the chosen

verse 1:
the way drizzy k!lled it
had to try my hand
the way that n-gga be rappin i bet he understand
the way that ashes be rappin
building rapport
with those who use to ignore
when you go from bench player
to starter and leading scorer
nearly everything change
he said nothing was the same
i ain’t know it til it came
i ain’t know it ti l it rained
but when you raised seattle
and your cage doesn’t rattle
you ain’t phased by the pain
it’s a pity in my city
narcoleptic at the wheel
at the helm
it’s no secret
still i love from where i dwell
…shout out to my peoples locked in a cell
on the yard
lady guards that love em sneakin em cells
it’s word to ds
so you know i stay fresh
give em h-ll on these verses
so a n-gga stay blessed…
but lately all my days stressed
see it rains when it pours in the pac northwest
…i was nine when this started
took a n-gga 20 years but my songs finally charted
yeah, i swear sh-t just started cl!cking dog
you know it’s real when you are who you think you are

verse 2:
look, my only goal rappin was to be heard
but when i first started n-ggas focused more on the words
and now it’s all different…
i used to walk around with a boom box
phonetic as my right hand
i loved them living room talks
about what we would be
where would see
where we could go
me and him in the bas-m-nt
just beats and the flow
i know he probably thinking now
like d-mn what could have happened
if he stuck with it though
sh-t’s real
ask devy
left a n-gga heart heavy
but you can’t help a n-gga if a n-gga ain’t ready
got me worried bout cam
that’s my m-th-f-ckin man
but if winning ain’t inspiring
than what m-th-f-ckin can?
…who knew it’d be like this
text message from my mama
like i need that sh-t
we pretend there’s no issues
both afraid to blow the whistle
same lines every time
read in between that sh-t

same lines every time
read in between that sh-t…

same lines every time
read in between that sh-t

whole situation ugly
in my quest to make it lovely
did some things i’m not proud of
now my mama won’t hug me…
…now my mama won’t hug me…
i’m the same little kid splashing puddles on my huffy
…say my mama won’t hug me…
i’m the same little kid splashing puddles on my huffy
these days every night is mad real
we trying to make history
f-ck a record deal

- ashes the chosen

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