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letra de intact. - g-king & $hyyguyy

[intro]
they didn’t look, though
they ain’t look, though
’cause that’s how you know, though
that how you know the favor intact with the wings though, type sh-t
yeah
on god

[verse 1: $hyyguyy]
yeah, hard times break the sh-ll and then reveal the molding
for every time i made it out, a deathly dodging scolding
i won’t stop until i finally meet the guy that’s golden
talking oscars, homie
i’m seeing sh-t a little different when i swap the lenses out
i’m placing bets up on myself, so what i look like cashing out?
i’m really matress mac and how you match with that?
said i’m the king, i’m off the ace just like it’s blackjack
blurry through these flashbacks
cross you like a hashtag
scurry when the cats mad
hurry when there’s worry, i turn curry off the sn-tchback
i feel it getting hot like pots and pans and flaming handles
’cause i already know that life ain’t sweet like yankee candles
i’m at the place and now i’m swinging like i’m mickey mantle
y’all need a better strat’
waste time when you sitting back, uh
how i keep the sh-t intact?
how i spit these bitter raps?
wise with these twisted paths, i’m dodging all the cryptic laughs
scurring when i’m shifting past
god keep this sh-t intact
we ain’t know ya name but me and king like “did we ever ask?”
[interlude: $hyyguyy]
yo, yo, g, who the f-ck is this?
yo, yo, yo, bro let these muh’f-ckers know how we keep sh-t intact though, for real
we- we the ones, on god

[verse 2: g. king, $hyyguyy]
raising up the bar, i got some scars, i’m jumping off the porch
we done made it far when it got dark
somehow, i still discourse sh-t
sonning n-ggas off a sentence, why you in my orbit?
summon digits, counterfeiting, realest been in shortage
fork in every road
see the play, you still gon’ fold
forcing my escape, i’m breaking sp-ce in every mode, and
we just aim and pray it ain’t no stray from where we load it
tryna pair the weight i compliment with constant motion
watch ’em commentators complicating why they selling (god, god-)
hold it together, some just jealous they ain’t have a moment
time is h-llish, thank the heavens you was spared a colon
you in debt, it ain’t no medic for the stones i’m throwing (god-)
hold the omen, i’m prophetic
bad aesthetics, are you choking?
reggie miller, you just finna leave the credits open
been no stealer, i just sever everything you told ’em
it’s just easy quota
yeah, king
[outro: $hyyguyy]
$hyy!

- g king hyyguyy

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