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letra de santa barbara - fat ray

[intro]
bruiser brigade
independent labels who grindin’ hard to get to the top
instead of people who just walk in and they just give you a gimmick and this who you are
you know what i’m saying, that’s hollywood, man (right)
you can’t, you can’t go out like that (i feel you there)
that’s why i ain’t got a deal now, i ain’t going out, i ain’t going hollywood, man (for real, huh)
keeping it straight, detroit, man
yeah
better, n-gga

[verse]
ar with that sh-ll catcher, i don’t leave nothin’
me and the gang looking like we big-game huntin’
it’s a lot of fat n-ggas, i’m the best looking
in the booth, soundin’ like i got meth cooking
you looking for a real n-gga? you done found one
raised around a whole lotta shooters like ‘bron son
i ain’t even gotta cook ’em, they beyond done
the sad part is that we all one
the phone smart and yet we all dumb
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t, dog
word to my n-gga first
i think a proof in every verse that i spit
i wrote this with an iron fist, you still exist?
i bust a right on santa barbara and reminisce
my n-gga turned me to a barber, i’m on they wig
he say “you wanna see the [?], here it is”
right around the corner from the crib
they made movies off the sh-t we did
imagine having dilla in this b-tch
imagine everybody bearing gifts
imagine being in the state of bliss
and in the family a tornado hit
and get the clearest sh-t
that leave you standing in the rubble and yo’ heart no longer hearing sh-t
and now you do it for the struggle ’cause you know you gotta hustle
but you bitter so yo’ ear ain’t really hearing sh-t
so n-gga miss me with that rap sh-t, i’m out of touch
and i no longer give a f-ck, them n-ggas suck
f-ck yo’ designer sh-t, n-gga
i’m happy to be back on my shrine of the black madonna sh-t
[outro]
what, what did you just—

- fat ray

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