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letra de bouncin' - dagz

[verse 1]
got a kid on the mic, got a plan
got a motherf-ckin’ talent to show, what’s up, hah
ain’t n0body got attention span to pass intro
so gotta keep it straight in line
i mean, d.a.g.s bouncin’ in
you can watch me break these p-ssies down
who never passed above average
controlled by their limiting minds
and they want me to be just the same, huh?

f-ck that, pulled up in the game like soldier
steppin’ over all hoes, tryna play controller
i’m gi-hun hopping on beats, i told ya
been a main character, but the games ain’t over
till i don’t stop breathing, delivering lethal flows
then i pack a punch, swinging hot one-two combos
like mike tyson in the ring, you know
i’m leavin’ blood stains all up in arena, pr-nto

gotta be the best i can ever be
i gotta show ’em how to box, like i did way up until i got nosebleeds
apparently it takes a millennium to let it green
but i cut the sh-t short, i’ma count to three, come on!
sixteen, i just realized, who i wanna be
then at 17 i kind of prayed to rest in peace
eighteen, neffex dropped a song, beat by me
now they can watch, only praying that i won’t succeed, yeah!
[verse 2]
yeah, okay
we’re back to basics
a kid has a dream to achieve big sh-t since he was grade-six
sittin’ in the back of the class
with a notepad in his hand
but it ain’t baldi’s basics
the teachers, fed up with the big ambitions
that i had, be tellin’ me that i’ll have failed me
the day i get a sh-t job, sh-t pay
always on the edge on the day that i gotta go pay rent
i can’t stress though, when i’m drippin’ the paint
spittin’ the flames and turnin’ the oven to hot degree, no academics involved
f-ck around in the wrong building, get crushed with a motherf-ckin’ wrecking ball
everybody been a gangsta, until the beat drops, now i see ’em origami folded like-
couldn’t be me, i rap ’cause i’m lovin’ the game
and when i’m writin’, i make sure to tribute the goats

i’m the boy, i’m the man of the rap
i do what they wanna do, got ’em mad
hometown’s gon’ be up on the map
but i care only about to get a bag for the fam
i said fam, not the sh-t i would flaunt about
mic dropped, now throphies are strapped
to my chest, i want more, there’s no pull-back
steppin’ on stage one day dappin’ up fans
the game’s cuttroath, wannabes’ tappin’
wannabes’ actin’, fishin’ her insta @
but rap badly, pen-game is absent
melodyne backing it up, that’s what’s up now
not tryna disinform anybody
i got a way ahead of me to prove i’m up for the spot, but like
talk ’bout me typin’ negative comments up on the spot
all i’m ever havin’ from it is a field day

- dagz

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