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letra de 93 'til infinity freestyle - caskey

[verse]
pops left, what a fortunate step
to turn me to a man, or into an orphan of death
in the gym, forcin’ the reps
rocky theme song playin’ while i’m on the porcelain steps
why rest? life get harder to digest
and the weight of my sins been layin’ on my chest
online, people are tellin’ me, “try less”
but how the f-ck is that gon’ take me to my best?
i’m restless, even with v’s in front the s’s
and big ass rims on the cars and all the flexes
probably ’cause there’s so much more to my message
like if you got a vision, you could take this sh-t far
into a place others could not see
them rappers without bars, they definitely not me
and when this sh-t here drop, it’s definitely not free
i’ve never been top five, i’m definitely top three
i’m easy, growin’ up, no one’s foreign, believe me
i’ve been blessed like i’m in the corner, sneezin’
or in the coroner, body short of breathin’
’bout to leave my foreign, then go on to mourn with jesus
demons been knockin’ on my door to pieces
campin’ outside like it’s shoe store releases
raised with the sun on my face
and this inspiration come in waves like i toured the beaches
i never had a hurricane storm of reaches
it’s always been a cult fan base and that’s fittin’
’cause it’ll take a cult to adorn these teachings
let the mainstream give they vote to preachers
i’m past death, givin’ out smoke to reapers
y’all sell coke, but you don’t evoke my speakers
shouldn’t wanna go with me
same way you wouldn’t go into a lion’s den, pokin’ creatures
most of this world just some hopeless sleepers
some of them eventually promote the seekers
a few like me’ll go, approach the ether
then be an outspoken teacher
i’m one in a million, ridin’ dirty as a hunnid chamillions
hard to reach me when you sittin’ under the ceilin’
i always knew the sky’s the limit
man, the devil came to me with a bag, i declined the visit
i’d rather take the underground route than pivot
and sell out for my fifteen minutes
i mean, you see these rappers doin’ mumble rap, don’t say nothing in it
then wonder why there’s something missin’
i just did three sold-out shows in new zealand
the blue strips seem to negate all blue feelings
you gotta play the hand dealt to you in this life
’cause they don’t care ’bout rules and who deal ’em
i broke a generational curse, that’s true healin’
left out of my hometown, saw new ceilings
my pops never caught a flight ’til his mid-thirties
i’ma drive around the world ’til the benz dirty
took it far, i’m ’bout to take this sh-t a bit further
prayin’ that i make a hit and never get murdered
barely touchin’ my peak
because i’ve only given 20% so far like i’m ’bout to tip servers

- caskey

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