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letra de shed sessions - chebi:2086

[instrumental intro]

[verse 1: zayia]

i spit fake truths, yeah, call in snopes
the hoes disposed like farmers tools that broke
woe to those that i loath
show no emotion, i goes in, the flow an ocean
to be frank i know when the motive’s ill
i go home to chill
i note those who will
oppose all of it
i suppose you fill
what light wrote in – house of sins
drops likes cards – and i lost my kin
and my g
no throne, no more, flow bipolar
you see i’m sure
explode like cola shake
kanye sunday: black sabbath, wait
uh huh okay
i’m a crazy train, call me locomotive
you know i work hard, this ep shows it
a-‘s in school, idiots i loath ’em
yeah beat’s insane
to adi i owe it
[verse 2: adi]

hair like fike but i’m more like frank
wrong dom cause i cruz when i hit the bank
but no joke, i’m broke when it comes to racks
but you stoked the fire when you cl!cked the track
no clique in the back (woah)
just a heart attack
my flow’s cardiac
i’d bring carti back (wet)
when the red splat
i got your attention
i’m worth a mention
or a broker’s pension
cause i’m building tension
you feel the kick like i’m nasekawa
build me up like a jenga tower
poor foundations like the central powers (what)
calm, i’ll blossom (woo)
but i’m not a flower
leave that to tyler (woah)
copycat but you mock my style and
digging holes like your name was shia
telling lies you switch up like ‘nights’

[instrumental break]
[verse 3: adi]
born in london sounding like a th-rnberry (smashing)
wilin’ out cause life is temporary
in the same boat, i’m hopping off the ferry
why you flexin’ like you’re popping cherries
talk about your crews like your name was terry
lookin’ like a clown like you came from derry
no apologies
if i talk smack, tell the crew to come for me
i spit poetry
you’re crying hopelessly
now quiet down for me
i’m tryna produce
tryna make classics
you stab a guy and end up on the news
impress your dudes but who’s really losing
you’re pick and choosing
you’re a choosing beggar
standing on one leg
until it’s red and blue
and it’s getting dark
just like your vision
hanging from a noose

[verse 4: zayia]
keep it 3000 like tony
high on supply just like tony
not good outta 10 like tony
sand in your eyes just like tony
totally blowin’ the db
i feel free, i dc when i ko
your girl call me chief, with no halo

and i bun g’s got jealousy
cuz i meet with rappers that don’t rate you b
and i love the beat and i hate the beef
and with me, mr
mc always meets
i’m rhymin’, writing, see?
i’m acting lively
all my tracks stare right at me
it’s incomplete
i’m by myself
the booth stay my relief
i talk big tho, reality
seems to leave

[instrumental outro]
(laughter)

- chebi2086

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