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letra de overdose - don blxnco

i’m the reaper that’s loitered through the dusk, running through the rain and mud
my pockets get fuller cause ain’t n-gg- out here made for luck
hustlers play quarterback
lineman on
the quarter snaps and i’m the one playing defensive lineman just to form a sack
rapping, yeah i’m born for that, my technique slap
like sharkeisha who cracked that other b-tch’s dome piece back
when it comes to spitting i’m the your preacher to your reverend
get to stepping
throwing bars at n-gg-s like el chapo’s max
my pad scratchings astonishing, i was born with this gift
remember days when i bent over for zeros on my slip
and i been tolerating all these motherf-ckers for too long, been humble for a minute now i’m voicing my memoirs
the bills are getting thicker so my plugs the next pit stop
and anybody tryna knock my hustle, i hitch, c-ck, bang bang, you brain in replace for my loses, the don’s a crazy motherf-cker so you p-ss-es could stop it
when people think pablo, they thinking of escobar
with the ink, i think pic-sso as i’m writing bar to bar, n-gg-
i’m a good shepherd and i’d lay for the sheep, but chaos is a friend of mine and he ain’t taking no beef
a wise man said that dying’s a wild night and a new road
well with these words i’d trade your flesh in for a new stroke
i’m serving words just like a ball to your base, with the evils you running home, i’d have you stay in your place
i’m barrabos to your jesus as i’m grabbin the mic
shows that good happens to bad and i’m just hitting cloud 9
you can find me over at parks, where pittys barking after dark, gutter where n-gg-s moving product and driving sports cars. asanti’s all black, versace arm bags, rolex watches to gucci flopping, so you know it ain’t cap homie
you f-ck with me and you ain’t knowing the deal
zoe have you’re f-cking body rolling n-gg- head over heels like a shot rabbit, we’re packing macs you f-ggot n-gg- you could have it
you’re lenny that f-cking p-ssed me off
i’m george, i’m curious about how my gen 3 talks, we sn-tch reebok’s and 9’s we c-ck like allison parker word to my father, you cast the stone so now it’s time for me to pop my collar. we wanting m&m’s and all y’all make is f-ckin dollas, don’t make me holler with my knowledge uh
don’t lemme hit you like muhammad did to boxers uh
this 239, i’m representing the city
where we don’t play the rules, instead of beef they packing up semi’s and dishing bags for benny’s, ready in the parties with henny and if you need some marijuana then you know we got plenty
granny always wanted the best for me, i’ve sunken slowly
promise you if she was here she wouldn’t wanna know me
the families little angel but they know that was the old me
long as my fro growing, they always gon be disappointed
momma scared of looking at me, the signals that she showing
says i remind her of my cousin, got deported for murder
he fought trial for murder but i’m prepared for some hurdles
and with anarchy then i foresee this pen as my burner (brrr)

- don blxnco

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