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letra de lax - dom kennedy

[intro: dom]
yeah
(mike and keys)
ayy

[verse 1: dom]
writing every day for seven years
it was hard but f-ck it
still worth it because it led us here
two of everything like noah’s ark
i’m the 21st century mozart and you’ll get blown apart
i don’t like many rappers really
they start acting silly
ask ya new b-tch, man she gotta feel me
i’ve been framed by the dirty opps
they been running with our style for years, i’m here to take my spot
while they perpetrate gangsta
i’ll be counting 20 g’s in chase with the banker
kid this other people’s money
when i come out if it’s cloudy, i’m gon’ make that sh-t sunny
i love a good, hard rap song
no autotune, n0body crying all on the microphone
if you need a ghostwriter, you are not hot
she finna fly to lax just to give me top
sitting on highland up at fat sal’s
i’m the golden child mixed with kevin liles
down for everything but backing down
call me ron artest how i move the crowd
he a sl-t, he a ho, he a freak
got a different look every day of the week
see the thing about me is i’m serious
my dream was to fill a shoebox with all benjamins
[verse 2: frank]
i could never sell my piece, i ain’t no feat
solidified in the city ’cause of old beef
coming live from the streets on these soul beats
pockets used to be on e, now it’s od
ugh, i thank god i’m a boss
i used to walk then i spent a car on the cross
aaliyah with these bags ’cause i’m back and i’m forth
other people money on track to the forbes

(other people’s money)

[verse 3: dom]
the truth you’re now hearing and i’m god-fearing
i be power steering in something wicked
careful on depreciating assets
if it’s not an amg, they can send it back
big daddy kane said don’t half step
i’ma rep the set ’til my last breath
are you gon’ fold when it’s crunch time?
did you have on chuck taylors in the lunch line
or the new ken griffeys if i switched up
i think radio should pick us up
it’s the, fitted-wearing, nothing less than mclaren
if we talking foreign, those keep girls staring
uh, you know i be abusing ’em
the best out right now over drums
this real n-gga sh-t don’t got a off b-tton
you looking good baby take off something
send it through the mail, watch it triple sales
white tuxedo, socks pastel
i’m the one like booker for the suns
shorty had low self-esteem, i coached her up
told her she don’t need likes, we know what’s up
i know that p-ssy is fire, a molotov
c-cktails, talking over money trails
hope our kids see college, grow up, run for mayor
[outro: dom]
gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
but i can’t keep ducking from the one-time
if the beats keep coming, i’ma get mine
everything i wanted in my lifetime
gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
but i can’t keep ducking from the one-time
if the beats keep coming, i’ma get mine
everything i wanted in my lifetime

(mike and keys)

- dom kennedy

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