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letra de the constant - chefdox

(verse 1)
i’m not in my prime yet
make rhymes you can’t even digest
i’m not saying that i’m best, but if we in a contest
it’s like wwe with my triceps
there ain’t no options for others, it’s chef, cheffa, and chefdox
and i make hits like red sox
and you watch me music videos like redbox
you noticed my haircut? no, it’s not dreadlocks
one day you’ll realise i’m realer than these guys all up in your mind, i know you need some time to write a letter to my box
it’s not chicken pox it’s rеd bruises
it’s rare for me to losе
i’m walking graciously, it’s probably in my shoes
but i’ve been ducking the news
they know i’m stuck up in my room and that’s been stuck up on the moon
i’m sweeping opps just like a broom
you see the process then you’re doomed, i can’t have witnesses for the sh-t i’m ’bout to do
she might be into this but i ain’t got her to prove
can’t catch me ‘cuz i been on the move, constant, non-stop
i beat box down the alley, which side of chicago?
i switch sides, gone from 13th like apollo
i get on stage and take my shirt off like a model
i spit game, your girl prefers to swallow
get on the floor and do my workouts so i’m golden like a moro
i’m a g*nius with these words, unless your head is hallow
sometimes i can’t answer ‘cuz h-ll if i know
i go to heaven, do a wrong move, that’s tomorrow
you’re lost? need someone? you can use me to follow
if i get aggressive run away like you a rhino
(verse 2)
i try my hardest when no one’s looking
i’m more like james harden when you devon bookin’
you got a nice smile, but i like it crooked
mvp, me, chef with a c
i’m a rookie
you chocolate chip when i bake a cookie, last place
i can’t even lie that was a fast race, not bad for the guy
i’m on a fast pace, eat a piece of the pie but here’s the last plate
i pass it straight to the child that had a bad day
just a tad late, no one with him to cheer him on but i’m there for it
got shouted at by his mum so i care, lord
he wishin’ he could buy a passport to leave
his mama evil
i give him my keys so he starts speeding and breaking the limits for no good reason
he feelin’ heartbroken ‘cuz of how his mum treated him
he can’t escape that ‘cuz it’s deep in him
so the one thing he can do is-
-car crash-

- chefdox

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