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letra de 1st chamber - cardo got wings & widnick

[verse]
i’m a soldier in this uniform
leaving this human form, fleeing with unicorns
see what i got in store, it can really get brutal for ’em
they don’t see what’s coming towards ’em ’cause my rising is a capricorn
don’t know why i’m advising you this, but i like to keep y’all well-informed
while i’m rising through these ranks over cornfields, defying norms
colliding with devil h-rns and gliding over thunderstorms
the catalyst to make the trigger pull and keep the barrel warm
you’ve been warned
throwing jabs with medals on both arms
catch you off-guard like coast guard sleeping on they jobs
time to face the juggernaut
jugglin’ life like geysers on corner spots
i been wanted sincе a preteen, before pubеrty made my voice drop
like change in a coin slot
only time will tell if that quarter got stuck or not
pardon my board, it’s like i can’t afford to lose
mashin’ on the b-ttons ’til the callus on my finger pops
and to my family, i’m the black sheep, going beyond one’s means
spinning blades in between needles until my forearm bleeds
with grits in my bowl, i can spoon through anything to get through the weeds
get through the thick like a fist when you knead
needing that dough, but can’t let that sh-t take over my frontal lobe
when i got many doors they put in front of me
that i’ma have to key like the locksmith that i’ve grown to be
since an adolescent, i’ve been adamant ’bout what i could achieve
this ain’t no self-fulfilling prophecy, i pull from a cabinet too high to reach
or me telling you what i was destined to be
more like me taking the designated driver seat and control over my own destiny
[chorus]
i work hard for my money
i work long days and nights
i came home tryna chill
i wasn’t even tryna fight
any day could be my last
i should see if i can write
i work hard for my money
i work long days and nights

[outro]
h-llo?
h-llo?
h-llo?
yeah, this the motherf-ckin’ kidnappers and we want the motherf-ckin’ money
how much we talkin’ ’bout?
you read the d-mn note
man, cut the chit-chat and tell ’em how much we want
wait, hold on (how much we want?)
fifty cent, fool
ayy, we want fifty cent, fool
wait, hold on, fifty cent?
is that what all this is about? two punk-ass motherf-ckin’ quarters?
man, fifty thousand, dog, use your f-ckin’ brain

- cardo got wings widnick

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