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letra de lose it - blck

[produced by lambchop]

[verse 1: blck]

(uh) we all gon’ kick the bucket
so i roll around like f-ck it, i’ma live it like there’s no tomorrow
(uh) made it out the dungeon
i ain’t even hit the summit yet i’m still ahead of most of y’all
i reached the point where they no longer look over me
as far as compet-tion they don’t even come close to me
my og told me keep my circle tighter than hosiery
so i don’t get double crossed like a couple of rosaries
church
look how they throw their hands up like we got em’ hostage
work
we clock in then we rock it like a f-cking mosh pit
we raise the bar and then we try to top it
they be talking profit
but our wallets be making them change the topic
she only into dudes with hefty pockets
and i ain’t one to gossip
but behind her was nothing but betty crocker
the way she shake it like the dreads on waka flockas noggin
got me dropping such a big deposit she could pay for college
(uh) ain’t no turning back for me
every beat’s a casualty and every song’s a masterpiece
(yea) ain’t no one surp-ssing me
every day’s a holiday and every week is fashion week

[hook: blck]

i don’t know what you thought you were doing
you and your movement could keep it moving
i swear they gonna make me lose it
these dudes is foolish
must be under the influence
they either stupid or clueless
somebody tell em’ i do this

yea. somebody tell em’ i do this
somebody tell em’ i do this
i swear they gonna make me lose it

[verse 2: blck]

(uh) we all gon’ kick the bucket
so i roll around like f-ck it, i’ma live it like there’s no tomorrow
(uh) made it out the dungeon
i ain’t even hit the summit yet i’m still ahead of most of y’all
tell em’ one at a time
everyone gon’ get a picture don’t be cutting the line
really what’s the fuss about? i’m just a regular guy
i brush my t–th and throw my jordan 3’s on one at a time
oh yea. tell em’ one at a time
i’ma get to k!lling all these rappers one at a time
y’all don’t wanna start a war with me involving these rhymes
you’ll need an ak47 a revolver a nine
straight facts blck is top of the line
and these bars are head shots now you out of your mind
head shots, once this cannon is fired
it won’t be a pretty picture we could kiss you goodbye
running laps on this track
tryna go from back of the bus to the back of the bach
(yea) running laps on this track
tryna go from back of the bus to the back of the bach

[hook]

[verse 3: blck]

i don’t know what you thought you were doing
you and your movement could keep it moving
these dudes is foolish
must be under the influence
they either stupid or clueless
somebody tell em’ i do this
(uh) we all gon’ kick the bucket
so i roll around like f-ck it
f-ck you and whoever said i’d never blow up
did i just not go napalm?
i swear my moms would k!ll me for dropping so many f bombs
psa
to anyone that’s claiming god in their raps
my goal is solely sh-t on each and every one of your tracks
there ain’t a soul in mankind that could hold me from going mick foley
dude it’s all love til’ i go cactus jack

- blck

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