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letra de renegade - b.k.p.

verse 01:
motherf-ckers say that i’m foolish i only talk about fools
do you listen to my music or do you just scroll through it
see i am born and raised by the ghetto that they ruined
i’m that dude you gave sh-t to, i got my sh-t due
what i do, who is you and
i write down rhymes with a twist, it’s just my ghetto point-of-view
a renegade, i’ve been afraid
i f-ckin hate pop culture, bring em a lot closer to the block where i
live on and where they live with they moms
don’t drop the roadsters from botched robberies, imma be crouched over
mami’s f-cked up cause she ain’t watched over
put down by a f-ggot with child support knocked
no he ain’t around
now that i show to ya, jot that down
i bring my crazy point-of-view of my ride in the ghetto
hiding down runnin around from these frustrated youths angry in they ways
just heard a joke that f-cked up my entire day
how you come to me with sh-t that i don’t have a clue
i try to seek my way through it, f-ck you
can’t step in my pants, won’t walk in my shoes
bet everything you’re sayin, you’ll get f-cked up and lose

verse 02:
since i’m in this position to say whatever to anyone and they listen
i ain’t no role model but i’ll admit i would be one in a minute
cause, see, they call me a menace and if my shoe fits i’ll wear it
but if i don’t, then y’all can f-ck off, listen to it and bear it
now i’m the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
i never should have that t-tle, i say crazy sh-t about my parents
using my music to say it, sharing my views in this world
but i ain’t got a huge appearance: i say you shouldn’t hear it
maybe it’s hatred i spew, maybe its misconstrue for the spirit
maybe it’s my ghetto point-of-view for you to inherit
but i’m debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america
as a motherf-ckin strict pr-ck, like you can’t even bear it, nah nah
that’s when i start to stare in this mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarr-ssed
you f-ckin hypocrites, too bad you ain’t to good at relationships
and do you have any idea what i had to go through, or how i got into it
i don’t think you do so just sit there and stay tuned and keep ’em ears glued to these lyrics
cause here we go, he’s {-jigga j-jigga-}
and i’m the sinister mr. kiss-my–ss, i’m just a

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verse 03:
i had to tussle, my back against the wall, ashy knuckles
pockets filled with a lot of sh-t, not a cent
gotta vent, lot of innocent lives living on that project bench
whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
by that plaza, plants under there coat, feelin brave
durags wrappin around in waves, i left mostly
an orphan my pops wasn’t wit me, and often, my momma is crazy
could not stress to me i wasn’t grown, especially on nights
i got my -ss kicked, quiet, could even hear me mumbling
my demeanor, didn’t give a sh-t either
my childhood was f-cked up, had a hard life growin up
raising my finger to haters
raising my head to the sky god i did it, not in that same old lie
here lie, just chose to live my own fate
i lived by a fork in the road and went straight

verse 04:
see i ain’t some poet, not some modern-day shakespeare
jesus christ, the king of these f-ckin -ssh0l-s here
to shatter my picture in which these -ssh0l-s paint me as
a whole bunch of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist
but that is the case, see it’s the way i was placed
we as people can say if i am as bad as they say i was
or was i just a brainless, famous, nameless, neighbor
society’s socially-path; who people can be angry at
see it’s as simple as cake, simple as the cinderella story
go to war with the homies, get beat up by the dogs
in the streets, no wonder they try to beat me even longer
i’m a motherf-ckin spiteful, delightful rightful
the next f-ckin sh-t, motherf-ckers hate to like you
what did i do, i’m just a kid from the gutter
makin it in this world off these bloodsuckers
cause i’m a m-th-f-ckin

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- b k p

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