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letra de something light - fkna

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chilling in seven eleven kidding im in heaven
mac eleven from melanin incriminatin the rest of em
lesser men will testify, some better men may rectify
fifteen to life then why not try to lie they live or die

it’s life or death
his last breath
never compromise his word cause he
meant everything he said

but everything is in his head
he thinks he’ll live after he’s dead
but little does he know the
execution is the end

but i guess
die the way you lived
survive survivors guilt
go through that shit again

lose the will to live
lose your fuckin’ head
lose your own free will to conscious rappers standards that they set

only woke if you agree
what the fuck’s hypocrisy
what the fuck’s the point of choosing if
twitter chooses for me

fuck the other candidate
i dont care what he said
my best friend mom and
dad hate the red

so i’m blue
and you should be too
that’s the mind of the fool
ignorance is true

ignorance is bliss
but ignorance is shit
should go rinse your fists
should go kiss your kids

check my balance cause i got too much power
needs checks and balances, i’m the man of the hour
fuck around deck my palace with diamonds and flowers
sip from my chalice, spit on the cowards

i’m hella faded
and i’m elevated
your fye flame don’t phase me i am already jaded

by what sarah and nate did
on the bench out the kitchen
slappin’ kelly and usher
and the neighbors were b-tchin’

and the neighbors were snitchin’
and the po-po came with them
her hind quarter was fat
court order was thicker

his quarter mate was a f-g
and his d-ck was a figure
what quarter mate did not know
is that nate was a k!lla

is that nate pulled them triggas
is that nate buried b-tches
is that nate you don’t fuck with cause man that nate he that (nigga)

that man
nate is the crazy one hazy eyes with the 80 drum
lazy eye and a guy outside waitin’ to load you with plumb-m

no sunrise for them guys
it’s surprise with a cry
only prize is death
leave you fried in your bed

leavin’ with all your bread
breathin’ with your last breath
heavin’ with your regret that you still
have not got street cred

- fkna

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