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letra de 21 - ekoh

[intro: ekoh]
put me on the mic and i’m the realest one
when you’re on the grind, there ain’t no time for love
got all that i want and still ain’t have enough
these motherf-ckers act like they want it, huh

[verse 1: ekoh]
tell me what you know about being hated for tryin’ to make it in sh-t that you love
tell me what you know about losin’ friends ’cause they couldn’t imagine a life without drugs
tell me what you know about being down but unable to stop ’cause your head isn’t safe
tell me what you know about being cautious when everyone ’round you is fake
tell me what you know about makin’ it out regardless
takin’ every hit and continue through all the hardship
tryin’ to find that love in the mirror when you been heartless
writing every song tryin’ to get me out the darkness
fire when i start sh-t, b-tch, it’s an arson
anyone with drive like me getting car sick
know i’ve got the sk!ll on the mic
but it’s like when that blue check’s on your profile, it’s a target
h-ll of a game, feel like i’m constantine constantly dodging the flames
with all of ’em sayin, “no way you make it in rap when you grew up so awkward and lame”
i’m top the chain, that carnivore blood i got pumpin’ through every inch in the veins
so put your head down and speak under your breath to yourself when i walk in the room like you prayin’
the f-ck are you sayin’?
i did the work to get here while the rest of you sit and complain
i see when you hate
you’re mad but know you couldn’t do it with less of the things that i faced, ugh
you ain’t on the same wavelength, no
i been hackin’ in your brain’s mainframe, won’t—
stop ‘tii i see the dreams take shape, so
don’t n0body make a f-ckin’ move ’til i say go
yeah, i know the life that i’m living right now ain’t as good as it gets
i don’t do sh-t but make plays and do work
there ain’t no option here where it don’t manifest
f-ck anybody who gets in the way and the labels who scared of the sh-t we possess
hate all you want but know you’re all the ones who gon’ watch what i’m doin’ next
[hook: ekoh]
put me on the mic and i’m the realest one (realest one)
ay, back up on the grind, there ain’t no time for love (time for love)
ay, get me what i want and never have enough (have enough)
ay, motherf-ckers act like they want it
why the f-ck you runnin’?
i been k!llin’ sh-t since twenty one
ay, when you’re on the grind, there ain’t no time for love (ain’t no time for love)
ay, got all that i want and still ain’t have enough (have enough)
ay, i know that you act like you want it
then what the f-ck you runnin’ from?

[verse 2: king iso]
yeah
been a savage before twenty one
chasin’ euphoria with the ru’s
sippin’ 211’s since eleven, i was kendrick in a swimming pool
when your parents told you that your dinner’s cool
i jumped off the porch without a interview
when you were dying to be a cool kid in school
i was truant, creepin’ through your living room
tool on me, had some missin’ screws
luc longly, i been with the bull–since thirteen
on the south-side, when snake lucci had a n-gga in the stu’
dope money, made my first album
hit the fruits and i would just produce
brodie ended up in prison period
i was ’bout to catch a sentence too
back then wasn’t talkin’ bl!cks
i was buzzing off the sticks, you better dip, like the gymers do
fifty percent of you n-ggas‘ll get split in two
bipolar, i was eating mental ward prison food
n-gga, what’s a stepper to a tennis shoe?
and i keep the pepper for the chicken
homie, step into my kitchen fool
forced me on the medicine you n-ggas use
thinking that the sh-t is cool
i don’t need help, you n-ggas do
now they lie about mental illness to get some views
irony ’cause i’m pulling up with a “drake” finna shoot
better yet let me get a tech, strange how they mimic you
but with you, they don’t wanna get up in the booth
’cause far as that, i’m clark kenting you
you are minuscule, to a large general
equipped with a semi, call me -rs-nio with the arson i’m sending you
b-tch i’m nuts, stay off of this dog’s genitals
i remember when they brought my mom in the room
court with the board of mental health, i’m finna lose
back when they said i was lame and not really cool
then i made it rappin’, now they looking identical
three words that i live by, win or lose
like jt, i’m who they cry rivers to
that goes for the men and women too
f-ck everybody fakin’, i been the truth
[hook: ekoh]
put me on the mic and i’m the realest one (realest one)
ay, back up on the grind, there ain’t no time for love (time for love)
ay, get me what i want and never have enough (have enough)
ay, motherf-ckers act like they want it
why the f-ck you runnin’?
i been k!llin’ sh-t since twenty one
ay, when you’re on the grind there ain’t no time for love (ain’t no time for love)
ay, got all that i want and still ain’t have enough (have enough)
ay, i know that you act like you want it
then what the f-ck you runnin’ from?

- ekoh

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