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letra de sept. '96 - gabriel james

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d-mn
here we go
k9ine, get it

yeah

anybody else that’s coming for me getting bodied (uh)
no i cannot f-ck with y’all no more because you not me (nah)
all you rappers like the head i get, f-cking sloppy (woo)
started as a hobby, but right now i’m feeling godly

i’m the one you sleeping on, feel at home when i’m on my sh-t (huh)
i’m just doing me so please just get up off my d-ck (huh)
all of y’all looking small to me but it’s no biggie (nah)
i’m the guy they call but i pick up like “b-tch i’m busy” (phone ring)

sorry man i gotta go, sorry i got sh-t to do
running out of f-cks to give, i have none to give to you
all of this is getting old, best believe this isn’t new
none of y’all can see me though, i look at you i’m seeing through

homie you can’t see me (nah), homie you can’t be me (nah)
tried to get in underground but i saw y’all beneath me (godd-mn)

i’ve been tryna get it since september ’96 (woo)
they cannot forget it, they remember i’m the sh-t, b-tch

(96, 96, 96, tryna get it)

get me a cup and i fill to the brim
shooting your shot you get blocked at the rim
feel like dikembe, oh no not today
wildin’ out, bobby boucher
you know the name, i am gabriel james
get outta the way man just stay in your lane
i am the man and these b-tches all know that
drinking corona and rocking a throwback

i know they mad because i’m who they wanna be
i do not f-ck with these stupid -ss drama queens
i’m in the matrix, i’m dodging their shots at me
either you follow me or you can swallow me
upcoming prodigy, i know i gotta be
i am so cold, but no one is hot as me
stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery
(stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery) (gun c-ck)

i am just sick of their arrogance (uh)
team on my back yeah i carry em
k!lling these rappers my halloween scary sh-t
send my condolences, k!lled it and buried it
look at me funny like what’s so hilarious?
how do you want it, the outcomes are various
riding around in my whip like a chariot
tryna blow up like a terrorist (explosion)

sorry i just cannot f-ck with y’all (nah)
you ain’t really bout it, i do not feel you at all (godd-mn)

i’ve been tryna get it since september ’96 (right)
they cannot forget it they remember i’m the sh-t, b-tch

(96)

- gabriel james

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