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letra de saint - dramatone

[verse 1: dramatone]
don’t n-body know me, i be in the shadows with the cronies
i be in the castle with the cavalry, the phonies
only hit me when i’m on, i don’t wanna talk to ’em
i don’t got depression, i be stepping with my hawk on me
something bigger when they talkin’ like they know the kid
get it poppin’ like the bubbles in my soda did
been to h-ll and back, i could show the blood
get the blanco from fernando, that’s the only plug
i get it all day from the sleep
never gon’ change, stay played with the heat
seventeen days since the fangs of the beast
got shown for the blood, locked chains and the seat
got xans and the beats, godd-mn, i’m a beast
rock vans with the fleece, talk bad ’bout the creat’
caught fades with a jit, paid for the trips
stop playing with the kid, dropped bands out the crib
bought land in madrid

[chorus: dramatone]
xans for the bridge
stand for the kid, stop playing with the bids
i’m a godd-mn saint, rock rap drank
jot that down, chog that thang
talk that talk, can you walk like tone?
drop that ugh, get socked in your dome
get c-cked on quick, bloodshot tone
with my eyes pitchblack and my mugshot blonde
i’ma die with a red fade

[bridge: dramatone]
high from the xan
look into my eyes, i’ma die like a man
should’ve never cried to the cam
tell ’em where to go, i never lied to the fans
i’m alive for the fam
it’ll be okay, i’ll let it slide, you the man
wonder what they thinking ’bout
wonder what they thinking ’bout, yeah

[verse 2: doozy doo]
me? yeah, me, i want a range rov
stacking and flippin’, i’m counting digits, gotta save more
you? yeah, you, you want these same hoes
same boxes, b-tches be fishy, they smell like bait shops
ew, i’m patient, i always stay elevated
i’m working until i make it to xxl or fader
i’m faded, i cannot take it, i really just wanna take it
you complacent and basic, there’s no replacin’ this greatness
to tell the truth, we in the booth, homie, you don’t want the drama
hear the tone inside my voice, if they got problems, we could solve ’em
[?] dennis rodman, turn my city into gotham
think i’m jokin’, mind is smokin’, i be rollin’ like a rasta
i could get you anything you need, my plug a doctor
pill popper, get it delivered by helicopters
no lie, i’m so fly, i’m so high
and if i quit this rappin’ and started actin’, i’d probably win a oscar

[verse 3: ap]
don’t n-body know me either, rock rapping and run the check up
gripping, got ’em turning blue from the neck up
suffocate the fakes with a purpose, now they finally figured i’m next up
either get out the road or clean the wreck up, f-ck friends
foes are more fun, by the time you blink, i’m holding a gun
dry snitching get you wet up
knew it was a setup, hollowed into something that we can bet up
victory, versace and my vendettas
i ain’t rocking with no f-cking phonies, got a problem, hope you run up on me
i’m probably posted with my one and only, she gon’ bring the pain
i tried to bring ’em change, but they fronted for the homies
i was left to get it on my lonely, we ain’t gotta dap and shake
f-ck your comments, you don’t even know me
let me introduce you to the forty
let me call into my section so my youngn might get to your shorty
i’m calling shots, you call the police, if you need it, drama got it

- dramatone

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