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letra de greetings - derek knives

[intro]
so far, so gone
stay me, stay strong
whatchu need, whatchu want
i got all of that
you feelin’ the vibe
when i’m feelin’ alive
when i’m singin’

[transition]
i, have been runnin’ low
so is you down to ride, or is it just a show
could you just lemme know

[verse 1]
a real shocka, p-ss proper in the octagon
could give a f-ck if you ain’t likin when i’m right or wrong
i go faster when i ride alone, but you still can tag along
just pick a stone and get the thrown
it’s t minus all the times that i ain’t get to feel
the chance to breathe and find my peace inside myself to deal
the final blow, the tko, take one up for the me
in search of past all that distancе as far as eye can see
when choppin’ up thеse beats ain’t nothin but a pass time
that livin’ luxury ain’t comin till the half time
so in the mean while, i’m just gonna see how
workin’ out the style until all my stylist work out
them pretty woman my type, the type that grab on my neck
got watchers working the clock, so pass it off to the left
no filter on this big roll, i’m spittin’ green with no check
i tippy toe to field goals, i do the most for the less
(hook)
so is you down to ride, or is it just a lie
i needa know for good
i’m not the type to mind, when in this state of mind
but you ain’t lookin good
i’m never out when down, i’m going round for round
let’s get that understood
you just gon’ run yo’ mouth, so ima’ mute ya’ sound
just like my granny would

[verse 2]
can’t do the same old, same old
lame ol’ sh-t
i need my switch up to pick up
the rings on fist
b-tch this a stick up, you hiccup
get laid out quick
i’m goin birkn you hurtin’
cause dee don’t miss
sh-t i ain’t like that, and you ain’t like this
go head and bite that
movin’ like the titanic, now where my ice at
i ain’t even captain the ship, i never jump last
never catch me trippin’ on lows, with my high ass
skippin’ hi-hats, like a math class
i’m a nat nat, where my cash at
lemme back track
f-ck ’em white tops, since the matchbox
i been on lock, stayin’ on top
needin’ no props
and never gon’ stop
cause i’m here stay
and know that we don’t play
i’m tryna fill my plate
cause i can’t do no taste
i’m sayin this incase
that you can’t keep with the pace
i don’t adjust the flames
so f-ck up out my face
with all of that
(hook)
so is you down to ride, or is it just a lie
i needa know for good
i’m not the type to mind, when in this state of mind
but you ain’t lookin good
i’m never out when down, i’m going round for round
let’s get that understood
you just gon’ run yo’ mouth, so ima’ mute ya’ sound
just like my granny would

- derek knives

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