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letra de dundash squars - daylyt

[verse 1]

why would you test me and say that you blessed me, say that you fed me/
you must’ve been snitching boy i been itching to let lead speak/
how did you pop when we all knew you was a deadbeat/
you look alive on your block around those squares, and y’all let n-ggas in this position with mcdonald’s hair
/plenty clowns with big mac’s, but i don’t care
/it’s just another death, get him outta here/
oh they ain’t listening, making these listings of top 50’s without my mentioning boy i must go at you/
god bless you with rapping your talents are scripted, you see what this crip did/
it get cryptic, i’ll cripple the greatest… one of the largest rappers really my biggest of fans/
don’t doubt me, but i don’t see him as compet-tion, labels back end/
every battle i had, you paid to back it, why would you front in the forefront what is all this for, okay/
you running sh-t, but you been running man challenging rappers/
running mans a challenger, dodging rappers this caliber, excalibur/
i would swore that this talent pool cool, you can have the floor/
i’m still creating these flows, oh you get the baddest wh0r-s pregnant/
this segment a segue, you came to will to get that last beat but you was -ss cheeks don’t get yo -ss beat/
you in day way, day one songs looking tricky pick me, cash me out you in position that’s what you rappers choose to rap about/
you having fun, but you funnel prisons with your prism lyrics/
standing here, but i still don’t hear it/

[verse 2]

vlad got em thinking that i am one of the goof troops, just wait/
every foe i had all got hit wit the .22 it’s grape/
segregated from old ways when i went back to mapquesting/
cats question my sanity when i have black questions/
i can’t rest, knowing who rested, i’m not interested/
some have survived but see the rest dead and some get arrested/
stuck in the slump, questioned all that my og’s have taught me/
got me thinking what if this is really the police who taught me/
it’s pita rolls on the payroll orchestrate and create funeral orchestras/
well it ain’t no orca present, willie was gifted before he got lifted off of the rocks chasing that white kid face in the projects sniffin’/
every dope line that i write for him this sh-t is different he told me be dope never do dope stay on a mission/
but these hoes legs gave me suspicion, they walking in thongs, but crack all in my home it’s levels to raise/
one came for roaches and one to approach us hoping watts is culture shocking/
we stuck with the vultures, coppers, locc’ers, hop in the whip and it’s drive by’s right on our cousins/
stuck in hard, ride by firing bussin’ the firemen rush in/how we expect the help when the firemen are russian?/
remembered they sprayed us when was fussing/
’bout our equal rights, but i don’t write equal for whites who evil, i evolved my hatred/
i know this all is the matrix/

[verse 3]

mink coats make us think goats, but that’s when a animal dies/
life in or out, who in the mood for some animal fries/
beef cooking, shooken the planet with heavenly wordplay/
can’t no n-gga say that he birthed day i age for the better gambling for the cheddar/
bobbing for apples, these are snapple facts what you rap hoes rapping rabbi’s/
philly our eyes, god’s plan maybe mistaken, i never beefed with canadian bacon, awakened/
too many diamonds in the rough they under pressure they dying to shine/
implying that rough living and tying to spot if i psychos white folks buy it, they love us talking bout us k!lling each other/
look whose signing us that’s a sign know -ssyrian trusting/
you heard my leakers sh-t we just in incredible moments/
gaining credibility as i come with every song lit/
heavy as heavenly horus amongst the china harvesting never went to harvard the hardest in the artist bracket/
rap, sh-t a artisan, fiery diary why would you try me you diarrhea cats boy i been running sh-t for too long/
pep talking with pepto boy let go/
your bark don’t scare n0body they sell your kind at petco/
it’s easy to sell out when you a sell out from the set though, our sets different in action/
acting for traffic if you get to read lyt then it might become some static/
shocking, this black boy electrifying oh they done let watts in/
how do you not expect me to tower over who not kin/
had cuzzin’s knockin’ me since i got in the game, but look at my door, all of em knockin/
straight to exit, tickets are must sold out the shows i go straight to the flexin/
i don’t check in when they bring checks in, just hit songs/
the way i’ll write is what i depend on, the best tend to notice it i’m the one who they owed this placement/
tired of sleeping in the coldest bas-m-nt/ (yeah)

- daylyt

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