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letra de shut up and listen - endstar

[verse 1: end-]
i’m going brazy i’m going crazy
your momma hate me but i’m chilling cause i’m busy drilling a hole in your ceiling
waves are strong the audio make a n-gga run cardio
this ain’t no game no mario
sorry hoe i don’t remember
b-day it’s the g-day 5th of september
want in on profit plus? you not a member
remember my name when i pop off the game
finna get lame n-ggas on me like a glue stick
depressed n-ggas be obsessed with acoustic
you ain’t listening to the bars you listening to the music
am i not amusing?
n-ggas using tactics to end me but you end up losing
you ain’t listening you hearing
flow so fast; i’m a different ent-ty, a different being
n-ggas looking at me weird like they sightseeing
n-ggas be agreeing that i’m a goat
i’m too hot can’t touch the ground i just float
this sh-t my tunnel vision
when i speak you shut up and listen
me and you are in different divisions
my precision and consistency got these rappers miserably listening
and witnessing the great that is i
to all my dead n-ggas fly high
working from august to july
no rest no sleep
work so hard i might end up deceased
so i pop a xan abroad with a few broads comitting treason
i wake up in the fall it’s end’s season
i do this sh-t for no reason
but if i were asked for my reasoning
it would be to get insta wh0r-s at my crib in the evening
while they lay down recieving my d-ck up they -ss
with a blunt on my lip, mad gas
hand the mic over trash we need to wrap this sh-t up fast

[verse 2: naturally trash]
i been sharp my whole life
til life stabbed me in the gut and sharpened a whole knife
movin with the money gang herd like some bisons
i’m here to fight sh-t, one two, k.o., mike tyson
you don’t write your lyrics you just bite sh-t
i ain’t here to f-ckin bite sh-t
i’m here to unload a weapon
and leave the whole building in silence, in silence
lights out and everybody start to scramble
i got a guard to watch the guard to watch the guard that holds the candle, hollup
and that’s somethin you can’t handle
f-ck with profit, get manhandled
cut the training wheels off of a little kid’s tricycle
it’s ironic how life is, a f-ckin hot icicle
f-ck the internet, imma do it by the book
there ain’t no such things as halfway crooks, i mean
if your gonna load a gun you might as well shoot it
add that to the list of things i done that’s stupid
somebody with nothing to lose is f-ckin scary
if i’m clint eastwood, you can call me dirty harry

- endstar

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