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letra de major league freestyle [mighty healthy] - downtown

they wanna bring me to the bigs but they say that i ain’t ready yet
i ain’t clemens, i ain’t jeter, i ain’t pet-te yet
they say i’m rookie of the year
but i ain’t everett yet
they say the baby bombers benzes
i’m a chevrolet
but i keep emotions sealed, keep a level head
they used to say that i was different and they’d never get me
they used to say i’d never do this cause they’d never let me
they used to say i wasn’t sh-t, because they never met me
now i’m robbing all your hits like i’m kenny griffey
i said i woke up in heaven, playing at the skydome
with up and comers asking, how am i pro?
i just stayed dedicated and conquered my goals
we’re all born on 3rd base, were just tryna find home
if you ever had a vision, you should go for it
cause if you never take a swing, then there’s no scoring
if you never get a hit, then there’s no touring
you say your raps fire, but i’m blow torching
every game i show up, and it’s no forfeits
slow course is what you’re running on while i’m pro forming
no conforming, i got gofers, ricky henderson, that go for it
not a doubt inside my body, if you got em, i dont f-ck with you
you got a scholarship to ball, but i run the school
now the cheerleaders be like, i’m in love with you
i told ‘em baby i’m the captain like i’m number 2
i’m a starving artist seeking out some comfort food
shoutout to the semi-pros that’s overlooked and under used
i’m a f-cking night stalker, a white chalker, a nice baller
the write author, the flight staller, like bryce harper
alright partner, you swinging it’s lights out
got b-lls and my clout
it might cost ya, the dice out
and if it gets nice out
i’m bringing the strikes out
i lined it to a sinker
that’s real, that’s mike trout
you get chalked and lined out
hey doll, that’s a nice blouse
think that calls for a night out
but if i’m caught with heat
i’ll whiteside your white house
with the red of all the wines
might aim at you wine house
they wanna bring to the bigs but they saying i ain’t ready yet
i ain’t jim, i ain’t seager, i ain’t petty yet
they say they got notes in your soul and they never left
but these little -ss kids wanna say they never shred
they told me i ain’t uzi, i ain’t yachty, i ain’t fetty yet
i told ‘em yeah cause i ain’t whacker then some gl-sses with a sweater vest
i got my yankee fitted, hoodie, i dismember threats
i got these rappers and in my hand, they’re hanging by a severed thread
and when i drop that sh-t protect your neck, or get slept and wept by inspectah deck
there will be no trace of murder when they inspect your death
everytime i drop some music, they neglect the best
but i’mma throw it in there face like it’s slugfest
off the net like i’m lundquivist, come quick!
it’s an artist through the the trash that was saved like..
nat geo shooting snorkelers for great whites
my whole life i’ve been locked in cage fight
but they were sneaking in bats and i aim nice
i used to hope my song addiction would save lives
but they just ripped me all apart like a grape vine
and speaking grape vines, i think i heard something through it
the herbs hurt music, ain’t the first ones to do it
but if they ever say my name i’m the first one to shoot it
this pen will leave you capped, ain’t no bic, you get bl!cked
take a lead and you’ll get picked
we’re like a shredded up bill cause we got it off the rip

- downtown

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