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letra de bang - exclusive

[verse 1}

i’m not a rapper, this is spiritual doc
and these words are ammunition from this 40 i pop
i’m at war with my mental reality’s not
nothing more than the physical,behind back drop
lies a world of metaphysics if my heart do stop
my body is dead my vision is not, (mauf-cka look)
out the ether into the speakers
ears, brain, to heart, another world apart
cultures defined by the arts
no statistical charts
personify my greatness, i’ll give them a head start
i hustle no days off, i am my own boss
you a slave to minimum wage and inflated costs

[chorus] x2

you’ll love me better in the morning
because i be tripping when i on it
i gotta get it until i yawning (ya dig)
bite a bullet let a gun spit (i’m shooting the cig)

[verse 2]

i got a ouija board of a gift to speak to the after life
pac called, told me don’t worry time is your sacrifice
see you’ll be patient and wisdom will make you twice as nice
life’s a b-tch but her p-ssy it could be h-ll a tight
make you buss quick, four-fith off hip
barrel hot not a round in the clip
you wanna see me on some other sh-t, i’ll bang
but trust you don’t know who you f-cking with, until shot rang
do he rhyme? or do he sing?
neither i kirko bang
the sweat jesus heavenly flow that changing the game
got rapper using their brain
b-tch n-ggas ducking the flame
i’m trouble swing that crane
i promise i never been lame
like i was swinging that cain, its the stroke of the wrist
you gotta whip lil buddy do it just like this

[chorus] x2

you’ll love me better in the morning
because i be tripping when i on it
i gotta get it until i yawning (ya dig)
bite a bullet let a gun spit (i’m shooting the cig)

- exclusive

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