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letra de really care pt. 3 - e'lii kif

[intro: interpolation]
kif is a horrible person, his a pathetic excuse for a man. whatever he is and whatever pride he may have…

[verse 1: e’lii kif]
nah i don’t like em it’s p-ssy over pennies to me
don’t give a d-mn about your background just stay out
cause the futures in my hands it takes my god see it
bloem sec my home and yeah dude i don’t plan to leave it
black on black, never been jack by a white man
black on black, only degraded by a black man
getting high, like i’m the price of petroleum
harold and k-mar, probably wana smoke with him
man i don’t affiliate, no power circle, i’m the plug
too much bars spilling outta my d-mn brain, i’m the plug
think i’m scared of them, but when i conjure my sh-t
they tend to follow it, like we selling grams on instagram
f-ck! i’m not coming back to that congregation
knocking doors is not like its gon open the doors to heaven
jw to crc, those place don’t wana worship me
so if i were you, i’ll probably…

[chorus]
usually tell sapiens to know there limits
now i just let stupid people, just be stupid
yelling ceasefire to my employer
you a h0m- s-xual? smoke on some…
kif!
nah i don’t like, nah i don’t like, uh, uh, uh
i don’t really care
i don’t like, nah i don’t like, ah, uh, uh
i don’t really care

[verse 2: e’lii kif]
nah i don’t like em it’s p-ssy over pennies to me
don’t give a d-mn about your background just stay out
cause the futures in my hands it takes my god see
bloem sec my home and yeah dude i don’t plan to leave it
i flipping hate karma, cause now i’m invited to a g-y club
my manage got me fired up, once thee attorney saw that
that’s how i got fired, take your d-mn cloths back
don’t need that wage, i’m a dragon, man he spits fire
lived with a zimbabwean man, who’s always pondering
on why south african man, hates on their pandering
(i don’t know) i don’t know, you k!lling my confidence
now i half-baked our food that chappelle wouldn’t chew
sleeping with some church cloths, no more clippa or pinkies (come on)
chilling with some drunk folks, no more rich man trina guide me
i can have my pipe dream, i can rap how i feel
attend any gathering, i know i sound too gibberish

[chorus]

- elii kif

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