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letra de draft day freestyle - cello figaro

i used to want to play ball, now i just want to rap
typical black, of course the hair is co-rs-
not really that good at losing, so i switched up the sport
more or less, it’s always more
though i confess, i put this beat up in the morg
their own mortality what got these rappers mortified
i’m high as mordecai i high five ghosts
with no muscle man ’cause i’m too busy skipping the coasts
you been the son i been your pops, i just rigged it to show
and if you ain’t know that’s on the regular
i’m going for the jugular, they should keep a record of
my styles like one man hall of fame
and just because you got the ball don’t mean you can call it game
i call it shame, don’t call my name
’cause it don’t sound as well coming from the lips
you sheep -ss n-gga, f-ck what you heard from the herd
keep your word at your hip, and i ain’t talking the sword of god
or talking bout clips, i’m talking the limp
pimp, don’t let ‘em catch you slip
i’m munching on a bag a chips relaxed as if
the damaged did will suddenly relapse and then
we can all be happy now, and not the pharrell sh-t
the selfie selfishness, just know that h-ll exist
’cause we live here now, look in my eyes
and see your heaven, can we get there now
…fool i been profound
you ain’t been doing the education
like f-ck grammar f-ck legislation
two things i hate the most
i’ll say that sh-t as toast at my brothers wedding
and boast and put on a show
eyeing the bridesmaid
show her the standing up, she gave me a standing o
applaud the craft, do the match, i just want my credit
you can keep the cash, kiss my -ss
cuz i been here and still i’m up next like a re-run
look at all that we done
the fans you got gon’ hear our sh-t
and turn to you for refunds
someone tell drake he should never let the beat run

- cello figaro

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