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letra de untitled freestyle - empathy (aus)

[intro]
i don’t know what to call this sh-t
(ahhh, special k!)

[verse 1]
hammers, they knowing they can’t touch this (nah)
cameras, police wanna see me slip (huh?)
actors, rappers thinking they in fl!cks
only get one take when the clapboard cl!cks (yuh)
gotta take minute to chop it up, feelin’ like i’m a sorcerer
l!ck and stickin’ up all the blunts, tell ‘em this is my formula
orbit and k!ll the beat and bring it back to the coroner
sp-cing out i’m like “who are ya?” but still pourin’ the fluid up (who are ya?)
met some motherf-ckers they snakes like, who can i trust
man the kid just wanna be great like, the f-ckin’ shark
bet i know they taking the bait ‘cause, i p-ss ‘em off
stressin’ like the period late bruh, just give it up (ayeee!)
i just treat the rap like a thumbtack, i pin ‘em up
a shepard i been culling the herd bruh, i thin ‘em out
if i ain’t done a record with you, then, you prolly suck
i was thinking that was your hoe ‘cause, she get around (haha)
never been the one to f-ckin’ sit around
i’m with the hounds, hit a pound
then i’m out, get a snack, off the couch
hit the weights, spit it loud
get home to my bad one, make her bounce
pass out (woah!)
i don’t talk that smack man f-ck that (f-ck that)
i don’t trust no man imma weigh that
when i get back, way back
i was gettin’ taxed
rich kids really sellin’ fids for a whole stack (bro!)
ya math off and i was never f-ckin’ good at that
but i know –
14 in a half, 28 in an ounce
four ounce qp, 16 is a pound
more you f-ck around, more you find out (argh!)
[interlude]
smoke weed everyday
smo-smoke weed everyday (yeah)
aye
more you f-ck around, more you find out (blap!)

[verse 2]
spittin’ a riddim and k!ll ‘em with venom
f-ck that, send ‘em to heaven
the second they thinkin’ they better i’m a f-ckin’ barretta
extended with the components for taking out my opponents
when she comin’ for bonin’? (uh!)
sinking a cone, declining the phone
-inhale-
picture capone but just h-lla stoned (woo)
pick up a flow, whiff of the dro (-inhale-)
then i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it bro, you just wouldn’t know
a good track
if it hit you in the motherf-cking face
my sad sh-t got her tearin’ up like he spraying mace
imma flip god off when i’m enterin’ the gate
so he send me back to h-ll where they booming with the bass (bass)
booming with the bass (bass)
send me back to h-ll where they booming with the bass (huh?)
booming with the bass (aye, aye!)
f-ck that
take a motherf-cker to the lake like jason
know some motherf-ckers prolly wanna bash my face in
face it, you just f-ckin’ jealous you ain’t made it
expected this sh-t silver plated
sh-t gets dangerous (yeah!)
you a kid with your lil’ rap phases (true!)
dirty money but the rap flow stainless (stainless!)
she lost it when i said i ain’t changing
blaze that dro and i keep tracks banging (sh-t’s banging!)
dirty money but the rap flow stainless (stainless!)
she lost it when i said i ain’t changing
blaze that dro and i keep tracks banging
f-ckin’ bangin’
[outro]
f-ck it man, i’m done
we just gonna let this sh-t run
yeah pack- yeah f-ckin’ pack me another one
yeah right f-ckin’ now man
the f-ck you mean?

[outro interlude]
everyone has money, there’s no identity in money
you can only say i have more money or less money and that’s no identity that’s just quantity
the only thing you can do with money is buy mass produced products
and everyone has mass produced products, uh
detroit makes 5 million cars all the same

- empathy aus

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