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letra de cord x blood - flascollate

[intro]
funis, yea!
boy you better say somethin’ and quick

[verse one: flascollate]
yeah fell inlove with my pad
now let’s keep it real (lets keep it real)
difficult to fake, dawg that’s how i live (that’s how i live)
my neck need some diamonds make it hard to breathe (make it hard to breathe)
foes they be laughin’ like we bestfriends (bestfriends)
cuttin’ n-ggas who be blurrin’ up my vision (yea)
we got dreams, reason why they sleepin’ on us (sleepin’ on us)
and lately i be nappin’ on a couch (on a couch), been stress, learning how to let it go (lеt it go n-gga)
know betrayal, ego with some innеrfore
(innerfore)
music is the only thing i brag about (yea), you keep the b-tches and the money with cars (with the cars)
that’s what you talk about (yea) in all your songs n-gga (all your songs n-gga)
don’t jump on me like am your f-ckin’ friend n-gga, around me you better watch how you talk n-gga
me and social media threats, we don’t get along (we don’t get along)
i keep my circle so tight you don’t fit at all
you n-ggas hate it how am inkin’ on these beats (yea), they got lot to say and less when it’s time to pay us
i forgave you (f-ck), you taking it for granted (yea for granted)
they investigatin’ how am murderin’ beats
(i don’t) i don’t intermix, (am anti) am antisocial (am antisocial), reason why i got so many enemies (yea)
i see these n-ggas they be linin’ up and choosin’ rap (yea)
me, ma n-ggas we be siginin’ out, rap chose us
yeah let a n-gga breath i like her thick
if she chocolate and dark we go
she said she want some diversity, am kinda n-gga
i got a question if you answer then am f-ckin with you
how many 46 n-ggas got their own sh-t?
how many worked over night on some double shift?
own your typeset, you n-ggas counterfeit (counterfeit)
me, my dawgs started back pushin’ wire benz
ain’t no changin’ n-ggas (ain’t no changin’ n-ggas), got no room for n-ggas (got no room for n-ggas)
my sh-t accurate, reason why you hatin
you see the progress, improvin’ every f-ckin’ day (every f-ckin’ day)
you stuck in process, taste every f-ckin way (yea)
i know your rap alike (rap alike) or the rap you bite (or the you bite)
i saw your tooth marked (yea), you malice my n-gga
it’s a must, me ma n-ggas gatta make it (gatta make it)
and it’s a must you, your n-ggas gotta hate it (gatta hate it)
they puttin work but they got it from these other n-ggas
they tryna persuade me these b-tches make you lose your focus
am a holy governor i can pay you n-ggas
my name cost, we talkin’ euros if play with it
yea dawg you feelin’ sentiment (feelin’ sentiment), dawg here you lose your confidence (lose your confidence)
am tryna make my own dibas, i don’t owe no man and am back to this b-tch, here we go again
i like booty and i hope you n-ggas understand and eagle got a son now am uncle frank (yea) and n-ggas actin’ white you ain’t uncle ruckus
how they wanna see me rap in this court cyphers, lemme show you who can rap and who really don’t
your friends will never say it you ain’t really dope
you like poweder white, somethin i can’t even cook
remember when bruh lag said we couldn’t jog, me and rollar laughed it out so he took an l
i brain my business learn to mind yourz, you understand how john can’t be a legend?
its d.m.h prems you f-ckin’ with the d-boyz (it’s dmh prems you f-ckin’ with the d-boyz)
[beat switch]

[interlude: tyler perry]
years later i went to, i went into show business not knowin i was carryin a desire to share what i’ve learned and witnessed growin up
not knowin that the very people
that had made me laugh and made me cry maybe happy, made me sad and literally had made me for showing up in my work
their lives, their stories, their hopes, their dreams their despair

[verse two: flascollate]
used to cry a lot, couldn’t take a loss, see the problem people change a lot
yeah and they worse than these chameleons
high pretence, fake smiles through these cameras, yeah funny how they actin happy
bro your soul needs a holy service, got attached hopin’ she can f-ckin’ save me but hope’s just a mathaf-cka
i got less friends meanin i got few fakes, i got bros meanin’ i got real mates
sydney he ma twin from another mother, swear i see no life without this n-gga here
someone tell gina that he got me here, someone tell prince i appreciate
before this flascollate there was teddy – frank, and way before i was kidman
before young wise grew pair of wings (fly), me and td back in 8th grade (yea)
its 2020 still got ma n-ggas even though lot changed lord am holy grateful if i ain’t take me as a fool
swear troy & feezy they be brothers to me, wanna tour cities wit my n-ggas with me
i really can’t talk about my love status

- flascollate

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