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letra de flyboy freestyle - bars brothers

verse (young korgy)
feelin’ like it’s 4:20 and it’s time to get high, boy
nah, this ain’t no world war ii, but i’m a flyboy
time to take flight and fight for the right to rhyme tight
sn-tchin’ a mic from a hypebeast is likely
to cause a chain reaction of fights and it might be
that your crew is too slight for the might of this lightning
spittin’ whack sh-t like it’s outta spite, b
this is hip-hop, y’all be takin’ it too lightly
and i’m a vicious emcee, ain’t got time for no niceties
ain’t try’na be corny, boy, i’m cold as ice-t
straight out of the 80’s, baby, crazy as damien
and that’s my best homie, if you hatin’ well, f-ck ya then
shout out all my squadron and everybody that’s down with me
bizzy ballin’ and damd, kbm and mcclain
skinnee bones and big shir steady spittin’ the flame
kurtis stay packin’ bowls and uncle geno the plug
pour a four in the foam, i stay sippin’ the mud
got a script for the xan’ and a line on the molly
and all the judgement can cease ‘cause everybody is salty
i don’t do it ‘cause other rappers popularized it at all
i just do it ‘cause life has turned my heart as arctic and cold
ex-homie wanna k!ll me ‘cause he thinks i f-cked his b-tch
but i would never ever go there, might as well have a d-ck
buddy crossed too many lines, f-ck sayin’ his name
evictin’ homies out the house and try’na ruin my name
and f-ck his little rap sh-t, it was derivative, lame
but enough of this bullsh-t, i’m finna pass it to the big homie
and fade into the background now, and light it up like smokey
verse (big shir)
not one of y’all motherf-ckers can take back what i been through
sh-tty-ass family, f-ck ‘em, wish i never knew ‘em
what can i do in this lifetime? reality’s manure
i can’t maneuver, the groove is looser than medusa
snakes in her hair and there’s snakes in the grass too
fakes everywhere and there’s fakes on my ass too
hey, korgy, light it up and let’s just smoke this grass, fool
handful of real friends, they in the same class too
but of hard time drop-outs, we never gave up
had each other’s back and then we stepped our game up
turn this sh-t around and spend it like we never gave a f-ck
we got turned down a lot, but now we turn our fingers up
open this coors and pour this jack all in my cup
drink and reminisce, forget ‘bout how life was tough
it’s the time, hit the switch, like enough is enough
this poker face is dead real, i wouldn’t call my bluff
you lookin’ at a crew, who’s time is done, steady turn cold
sandstone emotionless, you better stand full
all this rap slander from panhandlers is gettin’ old
the weak can speak bleak, the pros should just let it go
now i’m on like streetlights, posted like a sticky note
sometimes life sucks without the f-ckin’ hickey, though
gotta make decisions even when it’s feelin’ tricky, yo
1337m0b, bars brothers, outlawz, get busy, hoe!

- bars brothers

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