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letra de lyrical disrespect - cb gaming

[chorus]
5’0 but i still will dunk with it
all i spit is facts no there ain’t no junk in it
ten feet deep, but you know i never sunk in it
i’m a come and go, but that doesn’t mean i’m done with it

[verse]
colder than a polar bear, the flows are there
i’m constantly rapping, yeah no there ain’t no dead air
turn ’em into ice with the way that i rap and the way that i spit
cuz you know the bass hit and i’m k!llin’ it
i’m a sinner, but i bet i could’ve been a better man
i wanna be zen, but i go sippin’ on some medicine
instead of meditating, but i get it when i can
i don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt
liquor, bitter ‘cause i never got a call
telling me that it’s all figured out
i’m sick of doubt, but i’m looking at the wall
part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment
and be open to the good and the god in me
but i got a lobotomy
and i get that i oughta become a bit of an oddity
when somebody gets offended by the thought of me
i want everybody focusing on getting me to letterman
to kick it for the betterment
of innocent americans who never want to settle
for their pop… or not, ‘cause my bedroom knocks
and the beat still knocks when i sort my socks
i do rap and pop but i bet i could go to..rock
you talking big like you been him, i been himma
seat stealer like ben stiller
my pen iller, the penthouse taken, i rent villa
think bigger, sip liquor, the big tipper
circle full of stars, i call it a big dipper (yeah)
had to bounce, now i’m burnin’ the rubber
ain’t n0body made like me, that’s word to my mother (wooh)
heard that you was writin’, threw that verse in the gutter
i bring a lot up to the table like i’m servin’ ’em supper
extra b-tter ’cause it’s too much bread
everybody gets a plate, ain’t a spoon unfed
i rap it all, ain’t nothing unsaid
labels tryna get to me, left them on read
i don’t think you wanna try me cause i’m seeing all red
but if you do, you’re dead
’cause i ain’t use no guns, i put a spoon to yo head
[chorus]
5’0 but i still will dunk with it
all i spit is facts no there ain’t no junk in it
ten feet deep, but you know i never sunk in it
i’m a come and go, but that doesn’t mean i’m done with it
i’m on the move, grab my pen, had to run with it
i ain’t taking no visits
like when covid hit
new flow, yeah, i dove in it
making hits for 2 hours straight, i just fricken roll with it

- cb gaming

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