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letra de the juice & the sauce - cxrpse

n0body in this b-tch work harder than me
except for cxrpse but i’ma compete for real
i ain’t f-ckin with n0body beats for real
raccoonz & beam bouta eat for real
cuz real is real, i’m keepin it real
i don’t need a pill, i don’t need a steel
i don’t need a pole on the side of my hip
i don’t need a goal when i ride in the whip
addicted to rappin’ i’m tryna quit
alive in this b-tch, i’ma die in this b-tch
i ain’t lying to kids, i’ma brighten the dim
i ain’t tryin too much, i’ma hide in the sticks
and my brother is flvd, he ain’t hidin the stick
i’m trying to get him to quiet a bit
but it’s how it is, the life of the pimp
my guys with me, my guys is it
shoutout eddy he be workin hard too
spider gang ain’t no f-ckin cartoon
spittin bars but i’m making art too
i’ma hit his ass with the harpoon
i only said that sh-t cuz it rhymed
i don’t gotta rush, i don’t even need time
she givin a smirk, i’m closing the blinds
i do what i do, just open your eyes
when i get a gun, i hope i don’t have to shoot
no, i’ma keep grabbin the loot
i’m back in the booth, he giving me attitude and cr-p for rappin’ the truth
you lackin the juice, the sauce is absent too
all i can do is laugh at you
i work till i’m black and blue and i got the stats to prove i cannot lose
i don’t need to hate, i’m up doin research late
i don’t need to keep the gate
i see my fate, every time i breathe is pain, that’s why i’ma lead the way
i keep the pace deleting the needless waste cuz it can all be replaced
(it can all be replaced)
(it can all be replaced)
n0body in this b-tch work harder than me
except for cxrpse but i’ma compete for real
i ain’t f-ckin with n0body beats for real
raccoonz & beam bouta eat for real
cuz real is real, i’m keepin it real
i don’t need a pill, i don’t need a steel
i don’t need a pole on the side of my hip
i don’t need a goal when i ride in the whip
n0body be working as hard
as me or beamy
we making this money
yall coppin the beanies
im flipping my wrist like
im baking the ziti
i promise you that
you could never see me

i dont wanna be your favorite artist
half of these rappers so retarted
everyday i feel like a target
i am a wh0re my soul on the market

keep riding the wave
you rotting away
there ain’t no competition you not in the way
im mean like a b-tch when she ovulate
feeling especially spiteful this time of day
i never wanted to rap
id rather be farming
me and beamy be going the hardest
i be ashing roadies on the carpet
want us in yo city then we charging
n-ggas be rapping like this it dont make sense
cuz i gotta do all this sh-t or ill starve
what happened to rap? what happened to bars?
cuz everyone suck or they talk about cars
f-ck i ain’t having that
dont f-ck with n-ggas get out of my habitat
i stay off the internet where all the f-ggots at
all that we done promise you is not passing that
fading with me yeah i feel like attack attack
drop a whole tab of the acid
and pass it back
i do not f-ck with no rappers and matter fact
ill smack the sh-t out of yo lying
and rabid ass

we leaving them with no oxygen
f-ck what you heard i am not your friend
f-ck you n-ggas im not finna play pretend
me and beamy not gon say this sh-t again

- cxrpse

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