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letra de trap talk. - die mondez

[verse]
uh, young meezo, too wavy
too much sauce my n-gga, i been gravy
so much weed, my plug copped a mercedes
never outside, my appearances need a payment, uh
so much bars, incarceration
they honour me in the hood like a n-gga inaugurated
presidential class on everything that i’m acclaimin’
they plotting behind my back but the action is never taken, uh
man you n-ggas got me mistaken
this rapping is god given there ain’t no way to mistake it, or replace it
i’m in a whole other lane, you n-ggas too complacent
i’m innovating while you n-ggas jaded, uh
hoping i will fumble, that’s a lot of waiting
a lot of patience, something i can’t relate with
i’m gunnin’ for it
i get a high from the hits i’m making, uh
the zaza help with the meditation, uh
your opinion never meant sh-t to me
walk up in your vicinity smelling like weed and victory
i tell the truth but a villain how they depicting me
i cropped ’em out, see that ain’t how the picture used to be
there’s a reason for everything that i do
i can tell if your ass a snake just by looking at how you move
solid n-gga, i always been sucker proof, uh
switched my location, i needed a better view, uh
uh, pray all of my n-ggas make it
heart racing, day to day we paper chasing
made it out in times when i thought i would never make it
keep it pushin’, see failure ain’t contemplated
now we the topic of conversations
it comes with a lot of hating
heavy the head that’s wears the crown, you know the sayin’
i said “okay then”
if they want to play then we can play but the thing is i ain’t nothin’ to play with
ain’t no debating i’m one of the greatest
retire early and spend the rest of my life vacating
a foreign whip with a foreign b-tch, latina asian
the weed imported, it’s foreign spliffs a n-gga blazin’
pop a bean, frank ocean i’m novacaning
i don’t feel none for you b-tches it’s like my heart caved in
i go so hard you’d swear i had a god placement
this beat so hard it’s soundin’ like god played it
and my cup runneth over, n-gga, i’m god’s favourite
and ain’t no time for waitin’
runnin’ out of patience
[outro]
woo!
still in the trap baby
packs of pills, life’s a thrill
crib full of codeine
my cup forever runneth over
pray for these n-ggas like dearly departed
trap still jumpin’ like kangaroos, haha
these n-ggas think it’s a game
but we never runnin’ out, haha
y’all ain’t really pimpin’ like how w e pimpin’ scotty
it’s die mondez, woo!

- die mondez

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