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letra de 6am in miami - faso (rapper)

uh, so it begins
the days they try to test you the most show me my ends
i raise a glass, i make the toast
i be making that toast, yeah
cause y’all be under water tryna preach it to the city that y’all still be afloat
that y’all still making noise
y’all keep the decibels low
we can talk about your numbers
let the decimals show
we can talk about your records
you ain’t selling them, no
you pushing re-rock for the homie
you ain’t selling them snow
they gotta check me for my hundreds far as temperatures go
and i got the newest groove as far a emperors go
my career is like a blue print as far as templates go
i need, less talk and more buzzing
i need shorty not to say word and just to f-ck me
more time and less lunches
less appearances that force me to share my life to the public
this life is f-cking disgusting
but the p-ssy is perfect
so imma ask you one time if you think you worth it
cause you well deserve it
you meet her and speak even better in person
now she getting nervous
they try to coach you on the game you invented
they aspiring to equal the credits, even the edges
question even move they don’t believe in the efforts
they hear my side of the story and try to take out the lessons
but now they talk about us instead
it got me thinking about vengeance

they surprised i’m still around
i just left the studio with salty boy and haus
and its a f-cking party every time i come in town
all i need is a couple bad b-tches shutting down
y’all just sit the f-ck down and try to listen when i speak
i just played a sport and get a sponsor for my cleats
i couldn’t hit new york, we got atlanta in two weeks
y’all been busy knocking doors, but i’ve been busy knocking t–th
yeah
they surprised i’m still alive
i showed up at my funeral with flowers and a tie
i even had a couple plates of pasta with my mom
she told me how she been praying to god to prove her wrong
but who could count the wrongs when the blessings looking right
i told her that i finally found my purpose in life
and i can finally buy her a home, but if the furniture right
and i can finally settle down and she could nurture me right
cause that’s just in my nature
the doors are open, i close em
yeah
save em for later
i show these boys a glimpse, now they hate us
they always come to me for a favor, when can you help us
i saw it coming
i saw the changes
hallelujah, lord save em
now you the one who show up with the briefcases
to beat cases
you follow up on that at need to speak basis
and she ain’t need to speak, these b-tches always thinking crazy
yeah
they interfere with my investments
and entangled with connections
i show up at the venue b-tches all up in my section
they like “faso the boy, he the man and a legend”
yeah
they surprised i’m still around
i just left my grave and set a bottle on the ground
on the run so you know i get around
a young king so we gotta wear the crown
faso baby, what’s up

yeah, its my f-cking year

- faso rapper

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