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letra de someday - ayekay

[hook: ayekay]

someday – i’m gonna buy my mama diamonds
someday – all my homies gon’ be shining
someday – i’mma say f-ck all of y’all
middle finger ‘ready up cause i know we gonna ball

[verse 1: ayekay]

somedays, i’m feeling like i ain’t sh-t
somedays i’m feeling like these shoes i can’t fit
then for a split second i remember mama’s eyes
when she got a second job just to keep the lights on at night
i remember when my girl cried on my shoulder
i couldn’t really tell her why the world was turning colder
no sense no explanation, just my stomach churning
feeling weak, but at the same time my heart was burning
f-cka, gotta do it for my fam, for my mother, for my cousins, for my brother
friends, significant others
cringe and shudder at the thought of not having the b-tter
needed to rise like a phoenix straight out of the gutter
other dudes tryna front, tryna flex with some hand outs
you ain’t a g if you dropping g’s from a bank account
that’s owned by ya mama, now that ain’t gangsta
you think you a thug homie? nah you just a pranksta
but you walking with ya chest out like you better than somebody
who you tryna impress homie? the rest of the n0bodies?
sh-t, you think it’s all about mo money don’t ya?
it’s plays a big part homie, but don’t let it control ya

[bridge: ayekay]

lord please, grant the strength to have mercy on my enemies
and deliver me, from evil
ha ha ha

[verse 2: ayekay]

young choppa, swinging katanas like baraka
blocka, bomb yo block up, f’real with the shaka
maracas gotcha singing like chaka khan, i gotcha
walk up and i gotta smoke you up like a rhasta
f-cka, tryna stack this fettuccine, no pasta
you little weenies say you seen me, well come get ya product
then it’s hasta la vista, life’s a trip no visa
it’s a cold game, ya got no scrilla, no heata
luckily my heart warm enough to emanante the speakers
eliminate the leechers and the false prophet preachers
that’s tryna profit off my weakness, hear them rolling up they creeping
through your blinds them snakes be peeking, but sh-t, long as i’m still breathing
you pop culture vultures, never whipping testarossas, or popping toasters
i cut ya bread off, before i cut ya head off, like i’m s’posed to
cross hairs is dead on, obligated to get on, that’s some sh-t that you could bet on

[hook]

[verse 3: ayekay]

middle fingers ‘ready up, cause i know we gonna ball
soul spilling out the ball point, who you gonna call?
not ghost busters but dudes tryna turn ya into one
so who you finna dial when the seconds out and meter run?
feed a son or maybe daughter, it get hotter errday
and your chances lookin flaco, hide yo kids, barricades
marriage dates with destiny but she flaking on mr. k
time is p-ssing me fast, just hope that i don’t miss the date
f-ck the world, late night text that say her menstrual late
that’s too f-cking raw, no latex, i hit then son you fakes
run the place, rampant, lamping, we just illuminate
spit it from my soul, so lemme know if you wanna hate

- ayekay

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