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letra de å bá$tàrd's crÿ - azazeltheone

x4[hook]:
they live by the gun, they got battle rifles. they live by the slums, yea they disciples

[verse]
my blood, my fam, my brother
suicidal we lived in the gutter
don’t get it twisted, my sk!lls are ballistic
you against me ain’t realistic, the distance is shifted after every lyric
3 powers of the holy trinity, 24 hours before i do it differently
13 cowards fall victim to the industry
never sleep on me, i never slept on you
now i gotta prove how i can do better than what yo crew do
cuz that sh-t stuck in my head like glue
look how i chill i am, look how shrill you are
i drill, k!ll every opp, i spill, fill in any thot
ima stay trill, grille every beat till my heart stop
kids stay with the sticks
they can’t make a cent gotta move the bricks
gotta move them quick
shots flying this outta john wick
b-tches cryin didn’t even see a chick flick
never can work with me we don’t click
never took intermission, never switching, b-tches b-tching
they never praying always wishing, spread around binary fission
man on a mission, fire in my heart hate struggle lit the ignition
had to disappear on y’all d-mn magician, new era new edition
put me in the position of suspicion
put you in the position of submission
war of attrition, your blood my nutrition
i’ma get this no condition
never gave admission for you to start being musicians
don’t got my ambition, don’t need ammunition, lack composition lack compet-tion, where’s yo career i’m a demolition
definition of intuition, getting heavy, this is scary, always deadly drink my p-ss r. kelly, smell yo envy, you h-lla jelly, i’m h-lla ready say you bout it, yea i doubt it, i’m always doing, always proving
you always viewing, always fooling. i’m never cooling, never losing you never improving nor pursuing

x4[hook]:
they live by the gun, they got battle rifles. they live by the slums, yea they disciples

[bridge]
hated that sh-t i was in
but i rather be in the old days
than this new wave

[verse]
cuz i’m over here living the fast life
i bet you don’t know what that’s like
i go hard
i don’t eat pork so how can i go ham
leave yo body in the bag if you talk too much trash
rape yo b-tch, get yo kids, never hear from them again
you gon tell the truth or pretend
put acid in yo gash, f-ck yo momma in the -ss
yes i’m grimy, spitting like a simmy, giving all the love, not even getting it back from my city
f-ck yo gas, screw yo drugs, f-ck yo trends
b-tch i been amazing even before ten
i would’ve never known i would get rich off writing with a pen
my mind so f-cked now i can’t even stay zen
(hit that sh-t!)
44’s, broken doors
story for, broken wh-r-s
never learned, always turnt
never burned, had to earn
they was fake, had to turn
i was bad, had to learn
f-ck that bruh, bust that, duck flat, gats clat
flow go fast it’s on crack, pacifist past the sh-t. i worked you sat
i make lines go flat, i spat you laughed, you smoked i p-ssed
you the rat i’m the cat, i start first you end last
you compare i contrast
finger itched let the .40 blow and yo homies go splat
crips clap, bloods blap, my sh-t slap
put the c-ke in the bag, then run to the back
left no trace not even the crack, we don’t slack
you the real k!lla then?
stay away they put you in the pen
never shot sh-t
ain’t tough, get made a b-tch
never snitch, get rich that’s my niche
no flow, mothaf-ckas need a bridge

x4[hook]:
they live by the gun, they got battle rifles. they live by the slums, yea they disciples

- azazeltheone

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