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letra de not that bad (feat. kxng crooked, hi-rez & emilio rojas) - forever m.c.

[verse 1: kxng crooked]

it kinda hurts you know
i want the earth to know
i’m going through something personal
but it could be worse you know
i could be up in that he-rs-
going to meet the holy merciful
instead i be up in the burbs
bending the curbs in this convertible
i’m fighting a couple of cases
but none of them cases murder tho
the irs hitting me up
but i could still go get me a burger, yo
people are out here jobless
thank god i got the perfect flow
the flow is mean and nice
oxymoron like a virgin ho (ho!)
yo i’m k!lling rappers all day
i’m one of the illest alive
until i decide to chill and retire
i’m hitting them with that artillery fire
it’ll be i against the world
until i desire to chill and be quiet
until then the industry giving me mind
sh-t could get wicked but it’ll fine
nothing else that i could tell you
find your lessons and your failures
cause your failures will prepare you for you blessings
if i help you face your struggles
with the words i’m speaking
i’m really just helping myself
cause we all one if you believing
[verse 2: hi-rez]

rest
ha
people they telling me that i’m not sh-t
now all of my verses are causing a breeze
sipping a 40 with shorties that used to ignore me
but now they all up on my d-ck
same kid with the same heart
in a better whip around fake stars
i walk around with a target that’s all on my back
and these haters playing thots
brothers are deep when i roll out
blowing the smoke and it’s so cal
it’s only going back to my old style
know everything that i do is so fly
copping a week for my friends
sippin on gin
k!lling myself with these xans
i used to not care what i said
a stroke of my pen
will leave all these rappers in fear
i’m a k!ller like tech and
every lesson is a blessing
i do this sh-t for my bresh and
none of these rappers got a message
when i’m feeling low; when i’m feeling down
not thinking twice take a shot at crown
i was rolling loud but i paid for it
working since my mumma laid off
rest
[verse 3: emilio rojas]

yeah
a lot of the homies are dead
a lot of my homies are hustling still
a cousin on pills so
i gotta juggle the love and the guilt
we live in a concrete jungle
that means it’s a jungle we built
it’s k!ll or be k!lled; it’s cut throat
i know how a guillotine feel
i never was given a lie
and i battled for everything that i’ve got
was rough a young one;
was ducking them punches
that haters would throw on the block
a boy that was overly critical
she was saying my spanish was shot
but mumma was white and was single
so i couldn’t practice in priv
i don’t hit the mattress with thots
all of my women are driven
it might make me playing a lottery, homie
cause you know that poverty feel like a prison
i gotta be what i gotta be, god
i swear that my religion is sinnin
cos i do not ask for permission
i’d rather ask for forgiveness

- forever m c

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