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letra de orchestrated - elijah kilo

you hear them drums in the back? get em (get em)
you hear them? in the back? get em (get em)
i said, i’m rolling and these villains wit me
so welcome to the 42nd
you hear them drums in the back? get em (get em)
you hear them? in the back? get em (get em)
i said, i’m rolling and these villains wit me
so welcome to the 42nd symphony, now check me out

i said, homie f-ck peace, you don’t live in these streets
you don’t hustle everyday to find something to eat
you lie for seats
i’m telling you these clips is like, jesus on communion sunday
n-gga everybody get a piece
i’m spillin wine, i’m paying t-thes i know it’s mine
but see they check my grind, so i disguise what is divine
write that in red lines, i know my jewelry looks like a
new desa from time to time, i let it shine it’s in my mind
yo, composed by the soul of castro, this music is my drug
so this symphony’s a boat full of c0ke, let it unload or float
putting all these keys on like 4 different lines i’m writin music notes, usually chill like dmc and run but, all this juice got to my head and all this sauce in my blood, yo i’m illin so what
yo i’m trippin, so what, them n-ggas just showed up and now they chillin in the cut, check me out
when he slipping and we rob his son
cuz he the one that run his mouth and always startin some
now why you, now why you barking why you talk to dawn?
sh-t, why you still alive? i’m just waiting till ya coffin done
this that soft white, flip it zip it then you get it off
this that sh-t that make me feel like [?]
i’m too close to god i’m so appalled
your logics flawed why would i toast to yall
when i was starving i couldn’t hear your applaud
i had to prove this dope was hard, we dont love em
we say f-ck em to the hoes and to the cops
we could get that for the pop, yo that’s word to ox
supply the whole block, all of my n-ggas out here pedaling so hard it look like tour de france, you think you know my hustle homie, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, my team so hungry for the cheese we gon run up on the government, [?] in 3d come see me, then i keep orchestrated by a real g, this that take over
the city scheme, godfather rock ya whole team, sawed off in the rose box [?], i’m tryna get a piece
pulled a few strings my team came with the trumpets
bumpin’ like percussions, welcome to the symphony

- elijah kilo

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