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letra de shed iii - callon b

[verse 1: simple]

guess it was sometime in 2008, pockets straight
on the clock today, servin orders of quarters quick dap as i walk away
woke up feeling calm something smoking on my arm
bad b-tch with a bubble but and some bubba kush
p-ssin me the blunt as i rise… tank top, hoopin shorts, high socks as i slide…
take a look in my eyes, i realize that real life only occurs when i’m high
evil in my eyes i’m seeing what i wanna see
greatness on my mind, i’m thinking what i’m gonna be
the greatest of all time, you believe that sh-t far fetched
ah sh-t, arm stretch, back hand the loch ness
i got this on lock boy, you dreaded as long as your wisdom and excellence
grow my beard, this prophetic sh-t, well past my years open your ears
as i pin this here on whiskey and medicine
b-tch i’m on edison, when i light up the microphone i graph images
life in motion picture this, solely the soundtrack when sh-t blow up in the background
back to the lab inventing new methods to k!ll this sh-t
leaving all the evidence, and pleading innocence
in a sense i did a favor to the community, ain’t i
basically like a hero?
ladies shakin me like ain’t he such a weirdo?
have you even seen my new b-tch?
stop talking you’re just sounding stupid, have you even heard my new sh-t?
just open your ears and vehicle that you p-ss while your cruisin
only show up on exam days and i’m late?
teacher asking me how i pulled a d-mn grade?
i told that b-tch i lamp shade!
i cool, chilling in the corner, while i’m smoking marijuana
right now i’m free styling off the dome i….
know this supposed to go on the album but i don’t wanna really give a f-ck
i told a bad b-tch just to give it up, i told a bad b-tch just to give it up
pucker your lips if you finna suck, uck

[verse 2: callon b]

man it seems like yesterday, i guesstimate tomorrow will too
i ain’t got no time to spare but can i barrow a few?
from you, hear me out see my phone been in a drought
sh-t’s dryer than my mouth, yeah i’m high but i’m down
tired of this town but prolly miss it when i’m out
getting around, but i got to get it now
you get it now? if you think it i’m on it
been one, since we was, monoatomic
part onyx with the tail of a comet, ya
see you’ve forgotten so you see why i’m joggin, uh
young adonis, i’m admired by the aphrodite’s
land living, no meat in my appet-te
won’t chase but i bathe in a water fall, stay to myself i don’t bother y’all
consumed in my tomb when i see harry potter on
hate pausing when my father call
he works the late shift, i’m fresh off a day trip
so i ain’t really down for small talk…..i hate it
but patience is virtue, candles stay lit
in the zen garden, fl1cker when the wave hit
export to a wav and i save it, so when it plays you can sing it verbatim
they’ll for sure hate him, on top cuz it’s real firm placement
doc made this is his bas-m-nt, even underground you ain’t adjacent
just dirt and the last sh-t i heard, kept you off my playlist
stay at a hey, and then walk away basis
except in crowded places, just don’t speak…
walk right by like you don’t know me…..
you don’t know b, or yourself, or your history

[verse 3: pablo pacino]

ahhh your history….
times of the essence, it ain’t no time like the present
counting up my blessings and the futures what i’m manifesting
seeing through the nonsense in the adolescent
these n-ggas headed in the wrong direction
and my complexion got women wanting to s-x me
she say ya light skinned, my d-ck hang like a dark skinned
baby i’m the best of both worlds so take your pic
feeling like the man around here, ya i’m the sh-t
my ace touchin on p’s so we busting down bricks
you got what we want, we pull out pistols and hitting l1cks
say you bout business, but you ain’t doing none of that
these cats is flip flop, they soft as flap jacks
i’m sick as anthrax, clocking in and clocking out to weigh up packs
i just sit back relax and take notes, these n-ggas gone tell on they selves
they doing the most, my team keep it low key but we can brag and boast
everybody all winning, f-ck it propose a toast
maaaan let me go in real quick, simple, callon man listen to me man
a smooth criminal but no mike jack, i’m pimp relaxed
i got a chick i hit her phone she got call right back
intertwining with some angels but some demons as well
i’m cool as h-ll but cross that line i guess i’m whipping his tail
go run and tell you catch a spell my partner cover my bail
oooh weee slow down? naw i read em like brail
fake n-ggas see through and i can’t wait to see you
y’all feel me? you feel that?
fake n-ggas see through and i can’t wait to see you
pablo

- callon b

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