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letra de what i'm not - dakoda rollins

[verse one]
good morning, nashville. how’s my family living?
not the most popular but don’t mean i’m not the best. i’m grateful for what i’ve been given
i ain’t some whack rapper
skinny jeanin’-snapbacker.
there are no exceptions. i get all of em to be bag-packers
boy i’m an opus king
d-mn right i control this thing
i’m sick no opportunities so i’m making it to where i own this thing
who can preach a flow this clean?
who can stay sober while his homies gone on and roll some green?
by now i bet you’re noticing
the low blows that i’m throwin’, the threat i’m posing
to posers. make bullet holes with the four fours i’m composing.
i told ’em that i would go in. no slowing with going global
while i dish out the illest lyrics and post them while fans go postal
i’ll make the devil need the hose down. proving that i’m the hottest
put my lyrics on my productions instead of a youtube comment
everything i do. i give it all i got
all i am is me. fake is what i’m not

[verse two]
failure is not an option. compet-tion is watching
while i commence to dropping the lines and putting the game in my pocket
i like to make you realize that you’re not sick
with the punchlines that i spit
and the day that i quit
is when i lie in the ground with the line “rip.”
i like to chill in the bahamas while i tan and text ya momma
i give haters comas, you can’t even give them commas
i’m peaceful like dali lamas, still heat it up like a sauna
i don’t want no drama, just to chop like benihanas
you address me as “your honor” cause i’m judging ya’ll newcomers
most of ya’ll is weak and help me with my beauty slumber
cause i catch z’s when emcees try to breeze. homie, please
ain’t never had a n-gga like me bringing heat and flowing so sick.i k!ll ’em all with ease
i run the gamut but they got me acting frantic
i’m out outta this world. welcome to my planet
i’ll touch down. yeah, i’ll land it. with a flow harder than granite
cause used to be, they wasn’t use to be. this ain’t a rap it’s a eulogy
inevitable taking that number one spot
all i am is me and fake is what i’m not

- dakoda rollins

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