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letra de king wza - dillow primetime

(verse 1)
i done came out/
the underground/
gunshots around/
just simply feel like surround sound/
heavyweight, two-twenty-eight pounds/
still k!ll mics, put rappers down/
imma hit you wit this child’s play/
put this beat on repeat and let my mouth blaze/
and they told me i was talented in first grade/
now my raps is beautiful like flower bouquets/
who would’ve ever known big boy/
would make ill noise/
just to destroy/
demons the pois(on)/
his mind/
almost leading to suicide/
but he knew he would override/
and who am i/
no suit and tie/
or coolest ride/
prolly the lowest of low lives/
prolly a kid that has no life/
actually quite the opposite/
i know i ain’t no optimist/
“m.a.a.d city”, and i was “good kid”/
tried to avoid all the bullsh-t/
the name antonio morales-mosqueda/
rappin tryna get that cheddar/
rappin i be dillow primetime/
i’m a light in the big world and i try to shine/
rappin i’m king wza/
the w is for winner/
zig-zag allah, feel like a god/
cuz the one above me protect me like rich kids protect airpods/
and my air flow
is infinite/
play at a show/
i’m k!llin it/
feels like ogs/
smiling at me/
and i feel free/
like kid cudi/
and i’m the kid that can see the ghosts/
of the dead bros/
but they don’t scare me anymo/
they’re there anytime there’s a toast/
for the lost ones/
i don’t cry no mo, times were fun/
and the memories are real good/
and it’s nice to miss my childhood/
ultra nostalgia, frank ocean/
i’m just hopin/
that my homies/
are proud of me/
they prolly are, so i’m at ease/
they prolly nodding to my rapping st–z/
pops gives me a pat on my back/
i got respect on the mic, they tippin they hat/
and mom applauds/
even though she say i ain’t speak the word of god/
eating pop tarts in the morning/
cuz i needed a lil more sweetness in my life, i’m done mourning/
i’m done with hate/
i’m done with food on paper plates/
soon we’ll feast on finer dishes/
turn girls on just like light switches/
hopes of the ghetto grown children/
out life is a movie, but n0body filmin/
but that’s okay, i’m chillin/
i’m just hopin that you feelin/
my lines and rhymes that you listen/
about demons and having no pot to p-ss in/
but maybe with my gifts and talents i’ll glisten/
waiting for the fame to kick in/
just like a high/
and if i die/
imma go out with a big bang/
whether i’m shot/
or not/
suicide is not an option like kurt cobain/
don’t need a documentary/
or cameras documenting me/
reason is i’m putting my life/
in these rap lines/
in about five/
my big homies gon get caught committing some bad crimes/
extroverted, but when it came to emotions i was too shy/
i wipe my tears cus boys don’t cry/
wanted to be cool my whole life/
rock clearance clothes, feelin too fly/
they started teasing me cuz i had no shoe game/
they had nicer sh-t, i was cooler in few ways/
dropped my first mixtape, it didn’t take me few days/
but i made it, i’m feelin like a king today/
rappin, i look up to lupe/
kanye/
i’m headed west/
feelin just like hollywood’s best/
don’t need a test/
poor, but rappin is what i flex/
don’t compare, i ain’t like the rest/
f-ck checks/
i’m only here for the culture/
so motherf-ck all you vultures
f-ck the mainstream/
even the we all want the cream/
nothing really is what it seems/
they hungry for money the same way addicts fiend/
i prolly won’t show up to the grammy’s even if i f-cking win/
i’d rather roll with my homies sippin juice and gin/
prolly won’t sign/
i want the money to be mine/
might hit your girl up cuz she fine/
see my/
creativity is my survival instinct/
always make sure the next line is good so i think/
what should i say/
know they don’t wanna hear me pray/
and they don’t wanna see me play/
because they know i’ll win the game/
you cannot tame/
i’m a wild beast, i’m too insane/
just like b-real/
cholos out smokin listening to cypress hill/
lil rob/
they’ll rob/
or driveby your house, they nonstop/
this chicano sh-t is in me/
like king lil g/
kid frost/
ain’t yo average but i’m still boss/
k!llin trash rappers, with no cause/
it’s holocaust/
i’m screamin free juan gotti, and free spm/
mane, free all dem/
and f-ck the pigs/
cuz they really don’t give a sh-t/
some f-ckin pr-cks/
line em up, tell em to suck d-ck/
and f-ck ice too/
i ain’t no k!ller but i would for sure ice you/
got a little to explicit/
i’m just passionate for thoughts that are illicit/
it seems like crackers don’t listen/
it’s okay, cuz when they show up to the hood, they act like chickens/
love my city, wouldn’t change it for another/
aurora, homie, i love her/
like my mother/
even though she took my brothers/
cuz she done taught me everything/
so now i sing/
real loud/
and proud/
even though we don’t live the american dream/
i’m so proud of this all-america city/
we ridin round, me, psiko, musie, and keke/
freestylin all the way, tryna find some fine freaks/
bumpin fitty/
we stay litty/
and we get crunk/
the crew af, we dope as f-ck/
it’s tribe fufu/
yelling yoo-hoo/
to the mamis/
we ugly as f-ck, but we still get em wetter than tsunamis/
dope late nights, watching toonami/
grew up on dbz, i was goku, so no one can stop me/
i stay loyal to the homies/
cuz they was there when i was lonely/
this is dedicated to everyone i know/
and even tho/
we just might not get along/
this is ya’lls song/
cuz we all kings/
and queens/
so please/
just rap to last verse for me/
(interlude)
okay/
this is the last verse on the tape/
comes straight from my heart mane/
i give it my everything/
let’s go/
solid/

(verse 2)
i got 100 in my dash/
i got 200 in my drum/
i feel success is gon come fast/
problem is i still haven’t won/
to give a f-ck or not give one/
about what people say, mane they can meet my gun/
haters come and go, hit and run/
but they won’t blind me, mane, i’ve stared up at the sun/
and i’ve taken all of the blows/
fosho/
can’t knock me down/
i break the bound/
i rock the crown/
i’m from the town/
from the city of aurora/
i am a legend like korra/
this was a story of a king/
who overcame all of the things/
in his d-mn life and now he sings/
for the moment, just like eminem, and he thinks/
now he can finally leave the past in the past/
tell it to kiss his f-ckin ass/
but he’ll look back to this moment/
his life, he finally owned it/
under control/
his life is whole/
his dreams are now reality/
what will the future hold for wza the rap king/
who would’ve known that the past me/
would die on december 15?/

- dillow primetime

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