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letra de clipper - capshun, coach tev, graham malice, hyndrix

[intro: coach tev]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
young gregg popovich, again
yes, young codi bryant
aka young suite life of zack and cody
i need it all

[verse 1: coach tev]
ay, she don’t even know me by my first name
that’s cool, she didn’t stand a chance in the first place
you can check credentials, i’ve been gifted since the first grade
plus i’m multi-talented, and multiverse-traveling
i told you i can’t stay for too long, i’m [?]
i need a virgin mary, but i love a mary magdalene
caught me on the wrong day, i f-cked up the long way (f-cked up)
sh-t happens, move past it, fantastic
write about it, make a classic
nothing drastic, [?] be long
scholastic book fairs for the tragic
i could tell you how i live, you still won’t know just what i do
[?] is not in college, but it sit with 22’s
my old b-tch canadian, she [?] just like [?]
before i even blessed her, i walked in and said salut
hanging on my shoulders like abu
n-ggas watch your every move but can’t replicate this sh-t cause they ain’t you
yeah, ain’t that the truth?
you ain’t making waves if it don’t progress the youth
you won’t see the [?] if you never leave the stupid
you too busy chasing trini sh-t and thinking like a [?]
that’s your bad, dog, i’m sorry
but you can cry on the bus or in the ‘rari
me, myself, i like to for the gusto
i stuck my neck out for n-ggas that was cutthroat
i won’t make the same mistake again, though
took it on the chin, though
best thing smoking since i pulled up on hyndo
if i don’t see no competition, we can’t be friends, bro
i’m no good at being gentle

[verse 2: graham malice]
you measure worth by what you gross for other n-ggas
while we measure moments curated by yours truly, not gon’ debate it
i [?] of players and only f-cking with game changers
competing is painstaking
i see it in your numbers and knowledge
we getting bread off the listens, views, function
blue’s clues in conjunction
only spend it with each other
they been eyeing quite different since that session in november
and this verse from like september
gotta speak into existence
i been bumping n-ggas i kick it with since i don’t remember
i drop shawty for the summer, bring her back for the winter
that’s [?] in the water
[?] finessing bread off this rap sh-t and invest in myself
get some sh-t off my chest, that’s a plus, expressing my wealth
this [?], my gut heavy as f-ck
lil’ envy and hate now that [?]
you express it with too much pressure, we knotting you up
saw your baby at [?]
hoping [?]
she not gon’ [?] for nothing
you’d rather bite the bullet of a 9 than recognize the [?] and ask “what’s up?”
we run it up and you n-ggas is getting dusted
we are not to be f-cked with
we getting all the c.r.e.a.m., crème brûlée, and custard
y’all feeling fl-stered that’s a side effect of witnessing greatness
come on bro, patience
while we fertilize the waiting list
[?] us, so we never going broke
yeah, we make it but it ain’t much of a wager cause it’s definite once i wrote it
i say it a hundred times over, make sure you quote it
i’m not the next ye, dre, wayne, drake
dot, cole, pac, man
grant me only one of that
found [?] bigger than rap
[?] for the bars, bread, business, and impact
every time i drop i’m the soundtrack to your cul-de-sac
[?], yeah
[verse 3: hyndrix]
feet up out the window like a motherf-cking g
smoking out the peep
i ain’t from the east, it’s the south
b-tch your n-ggas folding quick inside this poker game
lose your b-tch, [?]
why you provoke the gang?
i came in with coke in vain
f-ck the government, address me by my smoker’s name
hand over two joints packed to the baseline
[?] bring it pass across the state line
check the stat sheet, it’s clear to see i’m top tier
you had [?], all of that sh-t gon’ stop here
i’m always outside and you not there
that type of sh-t weird, sh-t, n-ggas rolling in the drop scared
you gon’ flop here
i’m setting up my shop here
your drive ain’t my drive and i will never swap gears
this is [?], clearly, y’all ain’t got a spot here
this for the writers, and your sh-t just don’t knock here
this for the riders, and the deeper sea divers
cross country dealers and the senators and models
had a funny feeling n-ggas want me at the bottom
plummeting to [?] dallas
running with your scheme gon’ leave them underneath here, rotting
b-tch, i’m still jacking
you don’t want no problem
you just probably lead to the mass on a sunday
hardest n-gga spitting since i hopped up off the 1 train
fresh out the barrel, b-tch i’m smoking like a gun range
[?] my apparel, then i hit ’em with the pump fake
hit em with the “do it look like i give a f-ck?” face
you ain’t gotta hit me cause you up late
i don’t need no update
sh-t, yeah. sh-t

- capshun coach tev graham malice hyndrix

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