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letra de unfazed - deshaun hamilton

[verse 1]
meditation and perfect p-ssy the best way for me to relax
resort to words and the thoughts disperse when accounts say that i need cash
problems projected i’m prolly prophetic, forget it profession will not be pathetic
won’t buckle from pressure or meet no depression, residuals earned from keeping attention
i don’t give a f-ck about a mention n-gg-
what an ig ho got against me n-gg-
i got goals and funds to get, college ain’t sh-t it just put me in debt
just a reject, hard to accept, he a minority pay his -ss less
oh how the po-lice obsessed with my flesh
get, too, close and you next
my momma moved out to the country, go figure, i’m fittin’ right in with the goats
i’ma be a hero cause of stories that i wrote for the brothers and the sisters to boast and cope
used to freestyle whenever i did the ch-r-s, had a aim for the porsche and a backyard court
what more, explore geo tags when i tour
what you want, go get it, the f-ck, you waiting for?

[hook]
oh my god (my god)
y’all ain’t sh-t (ain’t sh-t)
i do me (do me)
ain’t ever gon’ quit
y’all can keep talking
y’all can keep hating
i don’t give a f-ck
ain’t ever gon’ faze me

[verse 2]
i don’t like the way y’all talk
i’m not one for the small talk
you ain’t ever learned sh-t huh?
i can tell ya never earned sh-t huh?
learn the script from my mom, uh
slap a n-gg- for fun, uh
genie reading my palms, uh
said i’ll make a million and some, uh
d murder line don’t cross
put a n-gg- out for life chris bosh
you are too busy on snapchat, social presence on splurge
i see that sh-t i’m like p-ss that, i’d rather get it in from the work
i know a couple of bustas
wanna be rap mothaf-ckas
if i stood next to em still couldn’t touch me
don’t ever tell me i’m lucky
tell me i’m gifted a talented rapper
i hit up nate and said send me the master
tweak it how we need it better get it soundin’ right
i got a lotta things i really need to get up in this life
why the f-ck you think i’m tweakin’ givin’ sleep up in the night
fake trappers, bread rappers, crummy actors, y’all messy
i’m p with no limits, preach in four minutes
nutrition the women, good food good livin’
my yute we different, i’m true you isn’t
i am conscious with decision, this extraordinary vision
this ain’t ordinary living, i’m loaded with ammunition
that mean winning is a given any sunday when i’m sinning
you p-ssive i’m gladly gon’ slap all you b-tches
you p-ss-es do not got the p-ssion i’m driven

- deshaun hamilton

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