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letra de lost in a shadow - ezail

[verse 1]
i came up from nothing my slatt
hit up record on the track
ain’t no one better than that
i’m back to makin’ my stacks
eat up a beat like a snack
carry the game on my back
i promise i pick up the slack
walking alone in the trap
look around and i wonder who’s that (who’s that, who’s that)
that’s the b-tch that been carrying a rack no cap
and-and-and i see she got an -ss that i dare to smack
run through the city i look left and i see a strap
bullets spraying’ down so fast and i’m waiting for a b-tch to pull up on me so i can snap

[chorus]
bells are ringing, shots are flinging
hands are swinging, my bars winning
pull up i got my whip spinning
hop on in a spree of k!lling
blood up on my table spilling
and i am free, free, free, free
but let me end this moment on a k!lling spree

[verse 2]
i heard yo’ alb-m flopped
but my alb-ms started to pop
and my alb-m ran out of stock
i said i been at the top
everyday collecting guap
hop in the whip with my glock
circle around yo’ block
f-ck around and you shot, shot

[bridge]
yeah, yeah, look
k!lling spree, k!ll- k!ll- k!lling spree
yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
tryin’ you try and you try and you bait
i cannot stay when you can’t read my fate
i cannot play when you giving me spades
you feed me some beats and then bet i might play
my hunger never fade and i’m never losing weight
she give me her number and i show her the way
she playing some games and i throw her away
i grab the bag, i deliver, then pay
ayy, i got these bands in my bag
got ‘em strapped where i’m packin’ the gr-ss
cappin’ and snap like i just took a dab
talkin sh-t, you just don’t want to get stabbed, uh
got my shooters and they running the place
but if you step in my way they shootin’ yo’ face
we run through the base, we grabbin’ yo b-tch and we take her to sp-ce (sp-ce)

[bridge]
look, i got my diamonds, i start up a riot
i got yo’ b-tch shining, been poppin’ off eyelids
b-tches been dying, they never stop lying
she wanna be fighting, but i still keep on rhyming
i got yo’ b-tch locked on my set
she need some respect you becoming a threat
you in my debt don’t you ever forget
we spray up the chest if you make us upset (upset)

[verse 4]
f-ck is they talkin’ bout
but my money i’m all about
pull up at yo block in the run-about
i flew and crashed in this game and blew up like twin towers
i said it on my last project, like b-tch i got infinite power
murdered every single rapper, ain’t n-body giving flowers
any mothaf-cka step to me get shot up on the hour
spray up a mag, spray up a room and it’s a blood shower
fight me and i weave then i pull up and smoke a tree
i’m at the top and that’s the way it’s supposed to be
every b-tch made mothaf-cka’ you know is on the flee
shoot ‘em in the chest it’s hard for them to believe that they can’t breathe
they on the run, they on the run, and they biting like they fleas
i got the gun, i got the gun, and i drive by a k!lling spree

[verse 5]
aye, f-ck out my way
tackle a b-tch like i’m bobby boucher, aye
yuh, i call the gang
we run up and i’m finna shoot up the stage, aye
yuh, i got the gat
pistol whippin’ and i pull out the bat, aye
yuh, i got my slatt
f-ckin yo’ b-tch and i’m smackin’ her back, b-tch

[interlude]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
you’re k!lling me smalls -chuckle-
thank you mister
smalls, smalls, smalls, smalls

[outro]
-screaming-

- ezail

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