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letra de dying breed - bukshot and turncoat dirty

[verse 1: bukshot]
back for me and demi was rolling in a hemi
wasn’t no haters and people call me timmy
we was writing rhymes, tryna put on for the city
in a bukshot, in the ville billies
then the hate ran wild like a bad child
people tried to sell me dreams like a shamwow
even sell their own soul for the in-crowd
always watching out for devils with a fake smile
put the ship in the water, rolling full steam
mob-style, motherf-cker we the a-team
we thе real thing coming with that real sh-t
nevеr hesitate to leave a haters wig split
i’m for real, perpetrators don’t want that
think i’m lying, just put it on a bukslap
come and meet me in the street you won’t come back
think prison made me sell what’s on the gun rack?
well, i ain’t never changed
f-ck anybody throwing dirt up on my name
i’m me, the same old bukshot
only thing i’m switching up is whats inside my lunchbox

[chorus: demi demaree]
we’re not the same
we hustle till we bleed
still in this game, we do for love they do for greed
we’re not the same
we grind and give ’em what they need
we never changed, last of a dying breed
[verse 2: demi demaree]
you could say we been around a minute
i mean you had to have a tape-deck to even listen to it
i remember sharing my demos in middle-school
and everybody thought i was lying to be cool
a few years later we started the plan, a man
selling out the bars and making the dividends
was rock and rolling way before i started rapping
even dabbling in that hip-hop sh-t before the bandwagon
what’s the difference between me and you?
originality, i’m a creator and you’re a fallacy
i don’t have a fake it to make it type of mentality so you can keep portraying your fake-ass reality
f-ck that, i do it cause i love it
the music’s in my soul and i’ll never be a puppet
catch me in my videos riding in a bucket
speaking to the common man, never be above it
i’m out

[chorus: demi demaree]
we’re not the same
we hustle till we bleed
still in this game, we do for love they do for greed
we’re not the same
we grind and give ’em what they need
we never changed, last of a dying breed
[verse 3: bukshot]
see the difference between me and them
i ride till the wheels fall off till the end
won’t stop till my last breath makes an exit
until then i promise i’ma wreck sh-t
dude said he’d punk me out, wait a second
he’s got the story wrong, dyslexic
cause that was him who got pulled out the lexus
ate his motherf-cking ego like breakfast
i’m a planet-eater like galactus
pull and shake and stick a pr-ck like a cactus
when you see me blinking red, buk smashes
never stop until i turn this sh-t to ashes
repping louisville swinging like cassius
blood in, blood out, no passes
dropped the ball but i’ve never missed practice
still in the game deep like atlantis

- bukshot and turncoat dirty

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