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letra de can't make this up - cluez.

this that c to the l to the z

[verse 1]
listen up, give a f-ck ’bout the sh-t they expected
back then wasn’t even interested
blessed with
good reputation and prestige
next please
i ain’t never left, still i’m back, sheesh
get these
mothaf-ckas to shut up, mane
keep my flow intact and that’s a fact
i need to sustain
obtain
i’m a god but i’m no saint
colored dreams got my vision covered in paint
that ain’t
what i pictured when i got framed
homies working their ass off, keep you entertained
only somе would get it, ain’t easy to be еxplained
taught myself how to do it, i was well-trained

[hook]
in the lab but i can’t make this up, nah
get the bag but i can’t make this up, nah
raise the flag but i can’t make this up, nah
chrome heart tags but i can’t make this up, nah
private jet but i can’t make this up, nah
rep the set but i can’t make this up, nah
no regret but i can’t make this up, nah
black silhouette but i can’t make this up, nah
[verse 2]
had to give it right back to ’em, bruh
jah bless, put my right hand up to god
god-mn, lurking through the city with my squad
tripping like i’m slipping off the gin & juice, i mix it up
hey
smoke a spliff
my head heavy, it’s a lift
keep my cool, i won’t stiff
write your own hieroglyphs
now i’m present, it’s a gift
tho my past i still miss
let it slide, catch my drift
free me up, that’s the shift
i’m better than a year ago
yeah, i like to roll it up but i don’t take the easy road
hit the gas, accelerate, tho i know how to take it slow
me against the odds, i will shock you and leave you all like whoa, whoa

[hook]
in the lab but i can’t make this up, nah
get the bag but i can’t make this up, nah
raise the flag but i can’t make this up, nah
chrome heart tags but i can’t make this up, nah
private jet but i can’t make this up, nah
rep the set but i can’t make this up, nah
no regret but i can’t make this up, nah
black silhouette but i can’t make this up, nah
[verse 3]
still can’t make this sh-t up, uh
i’ma slice you, get left in the cut, uh
talk too much, i’ma make your ass shut, uh
homie what, you know i’ma trust my gut, uh
top ten
i be up like d-mn
ring the bells, big ben
hit the flute like pan
outta pakistan
d-mn, my gun is a pen
man, i won’t pretend
some sh-t i can’t stand
i won’t let you drive my van
i won’t let you f-ck up my plan
i do everything that i can
but
but i still can’t make this sh-t up

- cluez

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