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letra de days of our lives (d.o.l.) - fricky (us)

produced by 3 kube

[verse 1]
i swear this game has got me mortified, this hating is unnecessary
and all my adversaries future’s looking very scary
i hear they talk of jerry anytime they drink at jerry’s
they wanna see the young n-gga getting buried very early
ghana boy swag, waddup to my baby felly
your face on telly, it just look like you will make it early
interviews in a.c’s, you see the shordy’s on her ballotelli
it’s like we tired of the streets, a lotta rappers swear they name’s pirelli
success is coming, venn aqui, just ask my n-gga sedudzi
relaxing on them records, all these rappers lack the pedigree
now shordies see me and go like jay, baby girl just lemme be
i feel like, technically these metaphors just finna wreck the beat
we’re the last of a dying breed (we’re the last of a dying breed)
and i’m just feeling i should k!ll it on these verses proper
and since they never admit that you was great until you die or leave
i’m just trynna stay on top of that pecking order
i be talking to the public, watch me clock it like a puppet
my team be pulling strings, you’ve seen we pop it like it’s nothing
just name your favorite rapper, prolly fix me a collabo
swear these lyrics jerry spitting’ll be the topic of discussion
‘bout to release the mixtape, been working on the promo
the name is ringing bells, ringing bells, quasimodo
my delivery’s mercury, the att-tude is pluto
with they way we finna hustle, getting everything in plural
it’s still god over every thing, family then music
lord knows i never found these music schemes amusing
shout outs all these lyricists craving for a few tips
see, these similes be too on-point, my metaphors is toothpicks
word, we started from the bottom, baby rags on to riches
giving slaps to these snitches coming back for their st-tches
advancing my ambition, it’s clear this rapper’s on a mission
for this vision jah has given got us p-ssing on tradition
all these crazy allegations, they just preying on my flaws
a lotta liars out there love to hate me on default
or maybe it’s this business, peep they way the game’s evolved
tears be flowing like a river and even rivers got a source
and every trigger fire shots, they will die to see me buried
tape they voices on recorders yet they swear they never said it
the gal i wanna marry, in some minutes is getting wedded
and no matter who i tell to, these rumors keeping on spreading
like fricky only f-ck ‘em , that’s the way you pay him back
these haters racist artistes, with the way they paint me black
if all your verses sermons, your congregation taking naps
i’m more than focused on the flow, i brought the navy on the track
we bring the 80’s back, these lyrics coming from the dead
see how we lock it till they dread it, be afraid of what you fear
b-tterflies up in your tummy, are your women as sincere?
when the shordies that we love to death, now really wants us dead
you gotta hate this b-tch for real, pure frustation’s how she feels
now the shordy got some dealer who she pays to have it sealed
and suddenly you perished, know her lover was the sheriff
when the people that we cherish are the ones that got us k!lled
yet they never show remorse, no emotions crackin’ up
been cool with lotta stations, and every dj acting up
they never gave me promo, a n-gga drowning in his sorrows
got me looking at the waitress like ‘just pour another cup’
i get no loving in my city, oh yea they never show me pity
the reception is really iffy, its like my ‘net works pretty silly
been dreading that occ-ssion, when nel magnum’s on vacation
out with c real on location , like d-mn, that n-gga busy
who said my awesomeness is awkward? jus’ point the f-ckin’ culprit
these verses keep on poppin’, it’s like i said it from the pulpit
keep tweeting sh-t about the boy, i swear i’m never coughing
i just know a lotta n-ggas who let they muscles do the talkin (yes lord)

- fricky us

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