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letra de state of emergency - dylan hall

[intro: grillabeats]
grilla (grilla, grilla, grilla)

[chorus: dylan hall & anonymuz]
yeah
yeah, it’s fire like a [?]
yeah, we never slack ’cause a n-gga ain’t stay fond
state of emergency, but please just stay calm
n-gga, what up? (what up, what up?)
yeah n-gga, what up?
yeah n-gga, what up?

[verse 1: dylan hall]
speakers love artists more
than the cities that they come from
when i make it, i’ma bring the whole crew with me
yeah n-gga, f-ck a plus one
other people, just rest in peace (peace)
but every artist, rest in production
i’d rather have genuine fans
’cause i know it’s better than faker progression
i know that i could make it
only if i had exposed ya
i feel all the weight, i feel all the pain
i feel all the tears on my shoulders
what would my self fulfill like a soldier?
prayed to god that he like, “n-gga, i told ya”
i talk about guy more than i talk to him
if life’s a game, why’d you walk though it?
and they see a c-zone even wanna be themselves
that’s when rappers start to mumble up
when it’s time to break bread wit’ the homies
that-that’s when n-ggas really just start to crumble up
uh, slim, call me smoke
they make the beef and you know me
i just make the lyrics, writin’ them brail
hope for y’all to finna release it all for free
and pray for y’all to hear it (pray for y’all to hear it)
uh, and they don’t take nothin’ to show love
n-ggas ask for daps, co-signs, and bro hugs
when it’s my turn, that’s when n-ggas don’t show up
everyone’s on sh-tboy [?] flow
they start to jump wit’ that six, and that’s truth
and they want me to stop rappin’, people have to k!ll me [?]
i save my last ones in the booth, come!

[chorus: dylan hall & anonymuz]
yeah
yeah, it’s fire like a [?]
yeah, we never slack ’cause a n-gga ain’t stay fond
state of emergency, but please just stay calm
n-gga, what up?
yeah n-gga, what up?
yeah n-gga, what up?
uh huh

[verse 2: anonymuz]
yeah, can’t believe they really took my n-gga mad, dawg
i had to [?], dawg (yeah)
yeah, n0body love you ‘til you gone and they all sing along
man, it’s just f-ckin’ whack, dawg (whack)
got me feelin’ like, “what’s the use when i be seein’ how move and you act, dawg?”
yeah, and everybody got opinions for the way somebody livin’
but let’s talk about the facts, dawg (that’s facts)
real sh-t
you ain’t sh-t to be in front of it
these n-ggas peep ‘til you eat the wannabe
these n-ggas sleep ‘til be someone and then
these n-ggas leave claimin’, “we was f-ckin’ wit’ you the whole time”
huh, yeah right
peop-people don’t care into the back right
and if it ever stopped, they gon’ jackknife
and they really must chew it, n-gga, that’s life
sh-t, hope it did-hope it did change
hope it don’t f-ck up your focus
and make you feel bogus, and choke while you goin’ insane
hope that sh-t motivate you to keep going
and hope that sh-t motivate you to be great (great, great)
yeah
honestly, well i just hope you relate (relate, relate, relate)
hope you relate, hope you relate
hope you relate, hope you relate
yeah, yeah
hope you—
yeah

[verse 3: dylan hall]
i know i might sound cheezy [?] see seem mad
i wish you was a number i could reach you at
why the h-ll we losin’ all these legends?
know what the church all said facts (facts)
let’s have a moment just for nipsey
tell me why the h-ll he got a murder
i guess you n0body ’til somebody k!lls you
but in this case that stays vice versa
it’s a perfect [?] timeless
never sell my soul ’cause music is priceless
to get the cold heart, i’ma need the ice pit
’cause when i go, i’ma blow just like isis
i loosely tryna chase my dream
i feel like, “yay,” or should i be?
is it my time, in my redeem?
’cause this music stuff ain’t what it seems
’cause i’m like, “what can i gain, what can i lose?”
what can i change? wha-what can i prove?
save me mainstream, what do i choose?
what is my sin? wha-what is my muse?
am i sad trippin’? both the same blood
in the way i rap, man, i turn blue
say yourself, tell no lie
fear no man, speak your truth
use that mic, k!ll that booth
get that bag, rep your crew
and anything in my way, [?]
don’t let anybody tell you what a n-gga can’t do, real talk!

[chorus: dylan hall & anonymuz]
yeah
yeah, it’s fire like a [?]
yeah, we never slack ’cause a n-gga ain’t stay fond
state of emergency, but please stay calm
n-gga, what up? (what up, what up?)
yeah n-gga, what up?
yeah n-gga, what up? (what up, what up?)

- dylan hall

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