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letra de royal - b-rent (ky)

(1st verse: b-rent)

i’ve been dyin for this rap sh-t all my f-ckin life
defyin all this wack sh-t till i hit my rise
kickin out that trash bin, i don’t need that sh-t
cause i’m on the f-ckin climb, and i’m comin for your eyes and i’m k!llin all these lines
like i’m throwing out mines cause i’ll blow your f-ckin mind
i’ve been tested so much i already know the f-ckin cheat codes
b-rent going beast mode, i don’t need no co sign
i’m hard as f-ck in my mind, i’m the piece you won’t find
at this point in my life, i’m just vibin i’m just writin, i’m just livin my life
ain’t tryna worry bout when this rap sh-tll take off
but we on the f-ckin rise so strap your seats for lift off
i’m done with the 9 to 5, i can’t do this sh-t
i’ve lost all my f-cking drive, i gotta loosе this sh-t
but with max on my side imma k!ll these f-ckin rhymеs
cause i found the sign that i’ll devote my life to
this music sh-t, imma b-tch, but imma make y’all admit, that i’m a g, next level, imma be the next motherf-ckin king in this sh-t
i was born for this sh-t, i was built for this sh-t, and if you still ain’t heard my sh-t, then f-ck you, go suck a d-ck
i’m just being honest, ain’t got time, i gotta rhyme, to pay to my bills on time, i can’t worry about my f-ckin prime

that’s the bullsh-t that twitter spits, it’s ridiculous, they’re infamous
they want these rappers to f-ckin sound like kayne on their first f-cking day, this sh-ts drivin me insane, i got so much sh-t to say, but my bars runnin out, so let me point this sh-t out
i’m f-ckin trapped in these lines
i’m f-ckin trapped in these rhymes
ain’t got no other goals in life, except k!llin these f-ckin beats and f-ckin every girl i meet
i’m just playin bout that last line, but raps always on my mind, i can’t get it out, i can’t get myself out, of the slump i found myself in, i wanna begin again, but sometimes life’s just gotta end
so i guess i’ll dig myself a grave and bury all these f-ckin beats

(2nd verse: mista max)

(they can’t f-ck this this)

this ain’t nothin to f-ck with
on some wu-tang clan sh-t
i sky rocket into the moon
it ain’t land since
get the bands b-tch
on my bread, no sandwich
you ain’t makin money
that don’t make no d-mn sense
sayin all the greasy sh-t homie
you ain’t got me convinced
they hate to see my exist
feel like the world what i’m against
i’m real like my bills, for real
you chumps counterfeit
this that timeless sh-t
that can’t n0body stop me sh-t
i’m on the next episode like the doc
i’ve built my hustle from the rocks
tell them rappers close down shop
can’t resp-wn if you die, like black ops
only one shot
better never fall dawg
go and get your refund
to a dollar from a dime
that guala in my pockets is what i gotta provide
if you can’t take the heat up
in the kitchen you’ll get fried
ain’t no seatbelt for this life
prepare for the ride
yea, me and b-rent on this b-tch
mof-ckers can’t catch up
(woah, woah, woah)
it’s too late now
droppin bombs on y’all
(droppin bombs)
yea

- b rent ky

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