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letra de dynamite - crm (au)

[intro]
yeah, (soulker), uh
dynamite, dynamite
ahem!

[verse 1]
bars so tough, they make hercules
look for reassurance
none of y’all can compare
to the dominance that we assertin’
all my oppositions wish
that they could be the person
to dethrone the poetic king
who breathes diversion
yeah, i’m callin’ myself the king
and we ain’t even started
it was over before the beginnin’
number one bеfore we charted
i’m takin’ aim for thе haters
i’m a f-ckin’ marksman
you get the picture that i’m paintin’
i’m a f-ckin’ artist
i took a listen to your music
sh-t is f-ckin’ garbage
your sh-t ain’t goin’ dumb
my sh-t be goin’ r-t-rded
don’t care what you think, i’m cold hearted
and i go the hardest
i’ve sent a lotta disses out
yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ target
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m blind to the fake
i only see real
my brothers on the come up
that’s what i like to hear
f-ck a therapist
the only way is to pop a pill
f-ck this b-tch everyday
i don’t even know her name still
waited too long for my come up
now i’m gon’ blow like dynamite
muhf-ckers squarin’ up to me
but i know they ain’t tryna fight
can’t say the same about me
i want all the smoke, like cyanide
did you say my name in a song?
i guess a opp gon’ die tonight

[verse 2]
i don’t get in conversations
more on that
i’m just too bad at relations
focused on my money
i be over here patient
changed up the setting
my hometown too ancient
i be in situations
where i gotta act complacent
i gotta keep doin’ this sh-t
and let haters be haters
y’all really used to think this a joke
but i’ma make it major
i let them all complain
while i’m out here makin’ paper
see you f-ckin’ later
i’ve been grindin’ for three years
i put in a whole lotta
blood, sweat, and these tears
tryna hide the pain
i drown my sorrow in plenty beers
everyday, we smokin’ toxic
i ain’t talkin’ britney spears
(you don’t even smoke)
and i ain’t dropped a new gem
in far too long
the real ones patiently waitin’
for new songs
everybody been sleepin’
on me like futons
but now, i’m all about my green
like croutons, b-tch
[chorus]
i’m blind to the fake
i only see real
my brothers on the come up
that’s what i like to hear
f-ck a therapist
the only way is to pop a pill
f-ck this b-tch everyday
i don’t even know her name still
waited too long for my come up
now i’m gon’ blow like dynamite
muhf-ckers squarin’ up to me
but i know they ain’t tryna fight
can’t say the same about me
i want all the smoke, like cyanide
did you say my name in a song?
i guess a opp gon’ die tonight, b-tch

- crm au

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