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letra de n2l! - "brokie"

n2l! lyrics
[intro]
yeahh
(yatozen)
it’s currently january 13th
i’m in the stu’
i’m just- i’m just mad as f-ck and i wanna talk about some sh-t that i haven’t been able to talk about

so look

[verse 1]
one of the last one standin’ out with my brothers in this rap sh-t
dyin’ on this motherf-ckin’ hill right where i’m standin’
one of my friends becomin’ fake so we dissed it to ’em
fans demandin’ an explanation so i’ll give it to ’em
a long time ago i made a couple friends
they called that house cat alliance, and they all took me in
man, i had no one at the time, i was really at my grime
that was one year later and i’m still not in my primе
i was workin’ on that album towards the end with my slimes
wе put it out, you know that sh-t was goin’ crazy for the time
then i was chillin’ out at home and one of my homies hit my line
tellin’ me i put out an album with a motherf-ckin’-
—

[interlude]
i’m too angry to give a f-ck anymore
just gonna speak my mind
look
[verse 2]
i’m coming back for revenge, returnin’ into the studio
writin’ rappers wrong of me out of my line out of view
and no, i’m never going back to that happy side you used to know
comin’ for your necks until i rip out your f-cking throat
it’s brokie on this mic, b-tch i feel like iron mike
i ain’t really got no sh-t to lose so let me speak my mind
i’ve been hatin’ this community of f-ggots trynna bite
trynna get a little clout by pointin’ fingers
no surprise that i’ve been depressed
causin’ negativity around me trynna defect
suicide is always on my mind so i don’t need stress
trynna put the razor down so i can f-cking bleed less
y’all dont give the slightest bit of sh-t until i need rest
“what about the music?”
“what’s the situation brokie really we’re all clueless?”
why the f-ck you reachin’ out to me like is you stupid?
i been going through it, these f-ggots been accusin’ and it’s got me feeling ruthless
why the f-ck would i know?
why the f-ck would i care?
these f-ggots are so p-ssy that they ain’t able to fight here
got me rippin’ my hair out of my scalp and onto my table, sh-t a nightmare
i’ve been a feeble on top my floor until i die there
i just lie there and wait

[outro]
i just f-ckin’- i just lie there and wait
for you motherf-ckers to stop b-tching, f-ck
dming me “don’t talk about my situation”
who the f-ck was talkin’ bout’ you? no one
no one said sh-t about you, b-tch, f-ck out my dms
talkin’ ’bout some disrespect
i ain’t disrespectin’ sh-t, i’m minding my own f-cking business
talkin’ bout f-ckin, “oh my situation, oh my-” i don’t give a f-ck
what about mine, b-tch? who the f-ck mentioned you?
get the f-ck out my dms
talkin’ bout some “you need to release some information, about why people are leaving your collective”
and then simultaneously being like “don’t talk about my story though-”
get the f-ck, out my dms, c-nt
f-ck
bro, you need therapy dawg
i know, i know, i’ll get in the ca-
yeah get in the f-cking car
alright
you need therapy
alright, i’ll get in the car no-
alright

- brokie

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