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letra de type r - b.e.v

[intro]

[verse 1]

london my city, i own the keys
i’m new in the game like i’m vietnamese
but we don’t ball the same
i’m in a different league
and i’m the ankle breaker
and i’ll snap your knees
point guard flow man i’m scoring 3’s
making rappers fall like autumn leaves
off the bench, now i’m the court
ima change the game
i’m the new teacher here
and you ain’t getting through with ease
that’s for you fake rappers
who are fake students
who don’t study rap
and don’t help the movement
time to throw your deuces
the storm is coming
we’re bout to x-men out like marvel movies
like the fugees, ready or not here i come
only a few g’s in this game and that’s us
g’s not for gangster man it stands for gods
and he made us kings, so in god we trust

[verse 2]

took off the roof, now i’m creeping in the attic
i ain’t got 8 bars, i got automatics
every verse is like a 8 ball, tell them they can sell it
treat the fans like fiends, break it down like mathematics
but the day my problems vanish, thats the day i say i’m winning
never call me conscience, i’m just honest, how you living
i’ve been chilling with some vices, maybe i need some advice
i’ve been hiding all my low’s, with a cup full of high’s
pray that my mother never see me in my ways
jay poured something in my drink, i’m tripping anyways
im a drunken master now, praying mantis when i pray
you a prey, and where that dussy at
yo where them goodies at
gimme the loot, gimme the loot, where them cookies at
i be kidbrooke living where them hoodies at
i be on my bone thugs posted with a skull cap
back on my old stuff, and they ain’t even know that

[verse 3]

feel my brain
feel the pain rain like wayne
oh you’re tryna save the game, then we k!ll again
i been doing gains in this motherf-cking booth k!ller
b.e.v the truth dealers
was a lying lion, till i enlightened my lions
and now we shine like a orion
not writing to be alright, not writing to let it slide
fire at ’em in they thigh, keep on running till you die
cowboy in this b-tch, make u diet in this b-tch
leave you skinny like me
see you tryna get it like me
i ain’t got shit where your id
who are you nigga f who i be
you ain’t stem from my tree
where your roots, where your troops, where your boots from
take you back when them mali’s were stealing trainers
some brudahs ain’t adapted to the changes
scared to leave your area code to meet your homies
eyeing up another brother you don’t even know me
he’s so mentally phoney, we so vanity prone
we still popping them bottles with no food at our home
iphone with no 3g, eager for a tt
broke get rich ima repeat, he he
now i’m with this chicki
know she with me, think i’m with it
she was quick to give me digits
when i f-ck the feeling finished
saw me out in greenwich, with the team looking vintage
how you been how u living
looking pretty, wanna get it

[verse 4]

come let me tell you how i did it
ain’t no price for the dream’s you were selling
you’re a dope kid heard they call you dope rich
where’s the dope at
where’s the white stuff blood, tell me where the crow’s at
im above that, birds eye view be the eye sight
got a god’s eye so the sights right
tell me sell your soul if the price right
bun that, i’ma saved child so its god’s life
i swear your in bevgang cuz
i don’t fully get all that bevgang stuff
your tunes kinda hard but your crew look sus
with your tight jeans on, kinda look like mugs
i just did me and kept doing it
time went on and every nigga they be doing it
now they like my song but before they be slewing it
started from the bottom but we up in the movement

- b e v

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