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letra de untitled (more money than god) - despot

[verse 1: despot]
i’m shooting clay pigeons off a roof in queens
the super stay b-tchin ‘bout he losing sleep
could do the same sh-t he only do in dreams
if he’d take this loot and leave
or get blown to smithereens
i’m moving eight different types of food to fiends
they losing weight, sh-tting white balloons for cheese
a group of straight chickens cooped in a latrine
p–ping in some new designer jeans
you smell it through the seams
the block’s so hot that fires start when they v-g-n-s fart
that’s how they know to hide their drugs inside their private parts
i shove it sloppy in a bimbo while she drive a van
i’m catching bodies out the window like a fireman

[hook: despot]
i’m on that more money than god sh-t
they wonder how i know that god’s rich
i caught him slippin, ran his pockets
i’m tryna get that off my conscience
i tossed the clip and wiped the paw prints
i ain’t been hearing sh-t from god since
i ain’t been hearing sh-t from god since
i ain’t been hearing sh-t from god

[verse 2: despot]
i ain’t frontin like i’m broke
i’m stunting like my growth
i b-mp and grind and f-ck your lives
til every hymen’s broke
i cut in line and duck and dive
and cheated, lied, and stole
and i’ma get mine whether hand in hand or knife to throat
life’s a joke so know the ropes
or you gon get tied up and choked
you ain’t riding if you rode in on somebody else’s coat
if you seen what’s hiding under mine you’d know it’s time to go
make your peace before the piece decide to show itself and blow
fool me once and i’ma call your bluff, shame on you
fool me twice, it’s who the f-ck you think you calling fool?
i get busy as dangling receivers in a phone booth
words can never hurt you but n-body’s sticks and stone proof

[verse 3: despot]
all hail or be dead as door nails
yea high, never ever telling tall tales
stakes high, betting all the bread before it’s stale
try and take mine, definitely fail like all else
all pale in comparison, how if i’m all pale
more pale than that powder weighed out on that small scale
on sale, all hours in rain showers and hail
sleet, snow, save occasional heave-hoes to jail
we beat up derelicts the beast’s belly was pregnant with
that selfish b-tch ain’t let us sip from out her swelling t-ts
still lived to tell of it in less-than-stellar penmanship
my version of increase the peace is an extended clip

- despot

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