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letra de the source - dallas woods

[intro]
ek, ek, ah

[verse 1]
this that r1 circle finesse
back of the net (ah)
run through the crowd, i’ii be back in a sec
get the stadium lit
did club shows, i want stadium sh-t (ayy, ayy)
cl!ck clack, every single day for the clique
y’all wouldn’t even last a single day in this b-tch
cream of the crop, gon’ remain the pic
till i pick it apart and set flames to the pitch (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
like how amazin’ it is (uh)
sh-t hits the fan, now they blamin’ this kid
but this kid’s got temper
trapped in this tiny world
so close to his goals like kappa
roast mash, salt and pepper
eatin’ better
june is a ting, but april bettеr
not boo’d up so i made no ella
count my blessings, eight’s or bеtter (yeah, yeah)
easy come, easy go
man got it under control
came a long way from the road
mud prints every single place that i go
you don’t phase me at all (never)
know i’m down for the cause
’round my way, i get a round of applause
but i’m roundin’ them up, gettin’ rowdy as f-ck (ah)
if you want front page, get it straight from the sauce
[chorus]
so, who keepin’ the score?
budda, it’s a little one-sided
dij bala, gettin’ a hidin’ (boom)
ghost mode, you should try it (ha)
we don’t have no alliance (man are not, not)
dem man there, they liars
tell them ’bout they heads
real kings move in silence
so, who keepin’ the score?
budda, it’s a little one-sided
dij bala, gettin’ a hidin’ (boom)
ghost mode, you should try it (ha)
we don’t have no alliance (man are not, not)
dem man there, they liars
tell them ’bout they heads
real kings move in silence

[verse 2]
no collect call, that ain’t your brodie, boy (man are not, not)
leave your g shocked, roll ’em for his rollie, boy (gimme him)
no cross, i’m unholy, boy
ol’ man, you don’t know me, boy (ah)
i’m too lit for this real talk, my budda, i live for this
‘nother day, another show, keep a brother on the road
this a dream come true, what a gift it is (preach)
ain’t really one for the small talk
more staunch, no f-cks given, goin’ to court walk
never see you in court because you all talk (nah-nah)
caught you outside with your boys, budda, you all talk
my guys in and out like the burger joint
profesh, in and out when they burg’ a joint
(haha, i had to)
anyway, kid, i done did it
that’s just how i’m livin’
i know you know better
but you do not listen
see dem man there, talk sh-t about them man there
so tell me why them man there
[chorus]
so, who keepin’ the score?
budda, it’s a little one-sided
dij bala, gettin’ a hidin’ (boom)
ghost mode, you should try it (ha)
we don’t have no alliance (man are not, not)
dem man there, they liars
tell them ’bout they heads
real kings move in silence
so, who keepin’ the score?
budda, it’s a little one-sided
dij bala, gettin’ a hidin’ (boom)
ghost mode, you should try it (ha)
we don’t have no alliance (man are not, not)
dem man there, they liars
tell them ’bout they heads
real kings move in silence

[outro]
you want it, huh?

- dallas woods

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