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letra de tell em (featuring kid vishis & jonnie morris) - commi$ion (rap)

[verse 1: kid vishis]

(lookup
aliens are coming.)

getting high, blow it up
keep an eighth uh in my blunt
n—- trap much as they could
in the hood, to make a buck
everybody wanna ball
hit the mall, get it all
quick to snitch when cops involved
n—- i can’t f— with ya’ll
if i wasn’t rapping baby
i would still be blasting shady
blasting jay-z
these young n—–
out here disrespecting lately
uh
now what ya’ll know about them
detroit boys
that’s me, royce
opening the eyes of those
who don’t see choice?
yeah, this is the problem
you should be getting them dollars
you should be tryna
putting your kids through college
not tryna f— everyone’s baby mama
these are the facts
too many women out here
don’t stab your bro in the back, (yeah)
this is coming from a player
this the return of the mack
d-mn, i miss my n—- nipsey
should have lived to like sixty
never got a chance to meet the young king
but we gone meet up eventually
yeah, we both gone make history
it’s me g, with a hustle like this
you got think i summoned nip through ouija
made it the end of the checkboard
somebody gonna king me

[chorus: jonnie morris]

so you really wanna test my worth (what)
want me to show you just how this new semi-works
(like oh, go, yeah)
oh man, that’s a plan for the he-rs-
i’m designed for the truth
signed by the flow
& i’m made for the worst

ya’ll can’t f— with us
now please don’t come my way
ya’ll can’t f— with us
now please don’t come my way
ya’ll can’t f— with us
now please don’t come my way
please don’t come way
please don’t!

[verse 2: commission]

daddy on the line from the county jail
i don’t even know if this is real?
stole a few grand from his own d-mn job
i don’t even know how i’m supposed to feel?
barely out of diapers but it all made sense
remember seeing pistols in the kitchen when
i was barely walking & he told me than…
little joey ain’t nothing to worry bout!
little joey though he had his doubts
daddy was a drinker never knew when to stop
daddy had some anger that he always got
as a liquor-sipper with a noxious plot
i was just a toddler with a father on
carlisle block, never really had a lot!
loved us snots just never got
sober fore’ his liver rot
d-mn, i really miss my pops
visits to the plot, wooden box
stand atop, d-mn i drop!
to the rabbit hole every time that i watch
memories glow, walk with ghosts…
k!llers in the rearview haunt my soul
papa no – let em go!
papa no – tell em no!
(no!)

[chorus: jonnie morris]

- commiion rap

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