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letra de to an end - dylan pearce

(verse 1)

i been ballin since you wastin’ up on me so quick
stacking hunnids since you started puttin’ on some lipstick aye
dodging bullets, runnin’ fast like rambo in my js
braggin’ all day like them punk a** b*tches they got no patience, yeah

aye man you know i ain’t trippin’
been in the game like hungry kid for real
d-mn
i told ya i ain’t trippin’
cut it off, call it off, gimme a break, lemme live my life for real
knock it off knock it off trust me no guns eating fake a**es for meal

you drivin’ down the hill, while i’m flyin’ back up
askin’ mama what to do that’s legit pretty f*cked up

you were born without an -sshole cause u talk sh*t like a b-tch
in the fishbowl no air waiting for a timing for a switch

(prechorus)

yeah, i ain’t gonna hv that kind of negativity
pull up on that sh-t, d-mn that’s a simplicity
nah
n-body says i know a thing about this
d-mn
what’s up with all of that unfriendly faces, yeah

(chorus)

i been ballin’ every second till the casket drops
i been bustin’ glock so when u see me call the cops
seen it all and still i know the haters in disguise
i been sending bustaz on the tv and that’s my surprise yeah

(verse 2)

don’t ever tryna be me yea
don’t ever tryna be me yea
get ya lesson over here and
get off the lane these ain’t your wheels yeah
this is not a joke
this is not a joke, yea, aye
i been doin it for real
unlike them cynics they tryna be real
gotta stop,dont pretend
yea
gotta stop,dont pretend
yea
imma be listenin’ aye betta dont tryna be pretendin’ yea
don’t tryna be pretendin’ yea
don’t tryna be pretendin’ yea
dont tryna be pretendin’ cause i’ll make ur sh-ts and life to an end

(chorus)

(hook)

drop your jaw on the floor
shawty call me a baller
from the bottom to the major
pushing it until its a freakin bad favour
get away its none of ur business
don’t be on my f*ckin’ k!ll list
haters gonna hate so i block my ears and go for the million dollars
i gotta go get this sh*t ,yea
i gotta go get this sh*t ,yea
stop livin’ in this fantasy
this type of sh-t is sanity
gon’ make you like cavity
yea
gon’ make you like cavity
yea ,this gotta be legit or i’ll make your life a one freakin tragedy
this is one bad reality
yea
this is one bad reality
yea ,stop dreamin’ put on grind, when the clock hits five its ride or die
gotta go check with ur eye
yea
gotta go check with ur eye
yea
imma be teachin’ some lesson, need preachin’ don’t tryna be up in the sky

(verse 3)

count it up like a million dollars
bet u can’t just gimme the honours
this sh-t just be lookin’ like freakin fake cellphone numbers , get up his thing’s overdue
don’t mess with me and ma crew
i can’t see the bigger picture just gimme the f*ckin’ view

(hook)

drop your jaw on the floor
shawty call me a baller
from the bottom to the major
pushing it til its a freakin bad favour
get away its none of ur business
don’t be on my f*ckin’ k!ll list
haters gonna hate so i block my ears and go for the million dollars
parties aren’t my interest
i don’t really care if i’m different
cause i know what to do in this life and im not gonna make me a witless
they tryna be the realest
yea
they tryna be the realest
yea
fact is i’m not the loser and this hasn’t really come to an end

- dylan pearce

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