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letra de how many more - g-mo skee

[verse 1]
people disappoint me and due to the circ-mstances
i’ve become a loner and turn my back on the m-sses
i’ve took enough chances, i’ve made enough enemies
met enough two-faced girls with sl-t tendencies
so i don’t trust anything, im ducking the traps
too many broken promises and knives stuck in my back
besides, eagles squee alone while the chickens fluttering
groups descent to die f-cking stuck in a coop
i got a message from a mma fighter some time in a fall
he told me to keep my eye on the ball
there is a fighter inside of us all, just keep the flame lit
in your heart and never let the fire dissolve
couse i heard enough bullsh-t and enough lies
so i’m forced to stand alone, on my own, just i
before i find peace and i take what’s mine
n-gga, how many more must die?

[hook]
before i control my anger and my frustrations
before they realise that i don’t have enough patience
i leave your body in the water with the pressed stations
how many more must die, n-gga? guns blazin’

before i’m in the facility with nut cases
before i stop being a person full of such hatred
i’ll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases
how many more must die? guns blazin’

[verse 2]
when i’ll show up to the spot, with my f-cking furry hat
all the rappers give me dab, but i know that them f-ggets hating
i feel like a target for this subliminal attacks
cause most of the times when rap, i use my imagination
well they can eat a d-ck, complaining about my language
cause the filth is spreading fast as the plague, they can’t contain it
if i painted a picture just to gain m-ss appeal, not based how i feel
that’s the definition of faking
so f-ck your bullsh-t message, you sound like macklemore
i threw your p-ssy sh-t in the trash with the apple cores
the same people still ask me to collab of course
you ain’t from the hood, why you rapping like a savage for?
i’ve wrote enough bars and enough rhymes
hungry in a crack house alone, just i
before i write my next verse to make you chumps cry
n-gga, how many more must die?

before i’m in the facility with nut cases
before i stop being a person full of such hatred
i’ll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases
how many more must die?

[verse 3]
in the land where the man with third eye is the king
rap artists are just p-wns, i ain’t signing the theme
this fat f-ck tried to manage me, handed me a contract
and thought i was dumb enough to sign it the day it got faxed
but i suggest that we work together before agreements
present day that contract was on the floor in pieces
i’ve seen them call for cops on people for the poorest reasons
he almost left the mirror west when we toured the region
he always looked like a snake and he was extra friendly
real n-ggas told me that he shouldn’t represent me
i told him “we can never work, there is no chance”
so he stole my murchen, tried to sell it to my own fans
when i see this n-gga amma burst five
with no inf gang by my side, just i
in order to stack this independent money to the sky
n-gga, how many more must – die?

before i’m in the facility with nut cases
before i stop being a person full of such hatred
i’ll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases
how many more must die? guns blazin’

- g mo skee

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