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letra de volume 6 - street talkin' - g yamazawa

[intro]
yeah
uh-huh
okay

[verse]
you just wanna blow
you should wanna grow
you just want the shows, but don’t really love to flow
i’m that gunner in the mezzanine waiting in the cold
i’m the one busting the rhymes before they tell me give me some more
i’m f-cking sick of the talk
bout to start tearing ligaments off
i’m a dog with no bark too busy l!cking my scars
i don’t really care who is or isn’t the god
i don’t trust young poets who didn’t listen to pac
so no biggie
you need to be clutch to roll with me
at 450 i hit the highway like the old ricky
before traffic hitting i’m lifting the whole city
the trunk shifting, i’m slumped piffing, the bowl sticky
imma levitate, regulate, meditate and self medicate
to compensate for my disintegrating mental state
every bar made of iron got that metal taste
you celebrate but “lol” you need to elevate homie
i need to seperate homies
from these featherweight phonies
typing up what they would never say to me
f-ck the fame and wealth
just to save my health
i congratulate myself just to play that sh-t back when i hate myself
real sh-t, still a problem that i deal with
try make a way through the accolades that i still get
the album dropped went zero to hundred real quick
now i’m on the building it’s what i’m paying my bills with
now i’m on the gram giving inspiration to children
the roof is on fire, done penetrated the building
motherf-ck a vibe i’m elevating the feeling
started out cold than elevated to illness
i shoot from all sides y’all ready know what the drill is
i ain’t never signed y’all ready know what the deal is
red and blue types but i ain’t taking the pills yet
the truth is all lies, you’ll never f-ck with the sk!ll set
i’m bilingual but rep for the triangle
the asians are multiplying so practice your times tables
hi hater
well f-ck it, bye hater
i take the whole pie and multiply it by 5 haters
still got middle fingers for coppers who shot-
on the black top i’m taking my shot with sanaa lathan
strong language, graphic images all rated
the smiles have started fading
the miles we walked faded
the hours we talked faded
powers done start changing
the flowers have stopped blooming and babylon starts shaking
vagabond in the matrix with adderal in my veins
and an atom bomb in my heart i’m a catalogue detonating
i said “fam you must not know who the f-ck i am”
i seent you flocking, you must be a waka fan
we all know someone who know someone who blocka blam
on top of that i got use’s who haka dance
god bless the restaurant my papa ran
seems that the dream continues in la-la land
finally got my chance, i’m in the cy-hi land you baka
i’m not stopping, that is not my plan
i said i’m k!lling everybody, that’s anybody who flow
anybody in your city from eenie, mineie to moe
from [???]
from the pinnacle to the floor
but y’all been inside of my scope
i could finish y’all with a quote
that’s easy
you laugh but been apart of the joke
cause i’m minimizing your show that’s any particle growth
and my [?] starting to break i’m legitimizing the stroke
you could get it on any day if you really wanted the smoke
visible in the soul is lifting out of the bones
stipulations are cold like “did you pay what you owe?”
if you didn’t your karma gonna visit you on the road
i put my pain in a poem and scribble away the woes (like whoa)
sh-t i can’t complain nowadays
my rate now makes a good living wage nowadays
but still can’t afford to give it away nowadays
spent it on wedding cakes, funerals and wakes nowadays
you stress but i rep for the state nowadays
notice how much weight my shoulders can take nowadays
i don’t feel i’m getting credit for the stakes i raised
the pain i gave, the game i changed, them hating days
that sh-t make my heart ache nowadays
told that motherf-cker to pick up the pace nowadays
you want a verse boy, you gon’ have to wait nowadays
that’s off bat, from the jump and out the gate nowadays

- g yamazawa

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