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letra de free smoke [unmastered] - gabriel wilfong

[verse]
run this beat like a treadmill
if i can’t make em fall off, then the feds will
bars like a sawed-off, i make em spread ’til
they reach someone that wanna diss, need some advil?
past ill, had to stop being sick
relapse of the aspie, i brag and i twitch
come at me with a match, i’m talking half of the hint
cause i forgive ’em like i’m kapernick, after the fist
who be rapping like this at my age?
snap em in half like the candy i hate
word to god, they prolly wishing i ain’t
word to god, they prolly wishing i’m drake
so i can give up and start missing my bae
which one?
prolly the chick you were s-xing recklessly and left her a kid
did i miss one?
maybe so, imma let pusha handle that
rva’s where i’m standing at
don’t be playing that cancer back
that’s some stuff that i had to scr-p
but right now bruh i’m vicious wit it, lots of mystery in these words
some sickness in these words, the gift and then the curse
mincing words like i should be with the burdens
we the ones you ain’t crossed yet
me and my ‘migos, we offset
you know i take off on the mic like slim in his prime
leave it shady down there, free smoke in yo eyes
i know what you got, c0ke in yo pocket
pills in your dresser, dope in yo sock
that’s as big a surprise as rick ross being big smoke in disguise
but hey, a big boy gotta eat
try at convincing my dad of that
a big boy gotta sleep too
hooked to nines like it’s past your nap
the book of rhymes is my fashion statement
wore it on me as the flashes came in
trap is basic, y’all be acting like lyric rap is ancient
that’s just product of the gift rap, snitches on a mission wanna
try to diss em with that silly sh-t like “really doe?”
then they turn and start acting merciful. boy, what you really know?
you only flexing cause your insecure. homie, it really shows
you get the message if pr told you. i guess if its bringin’ the dough

[hook]
you got keys to the streets, yuh
i got freedom of speech, yuh
bars on god level, jesus gives me wings when i speak, yuh
got an angel name, but imma beast
free smoke, let ’em feel defeat
they be on some haterade, feeling fleek
free smoke, let ’em feel the heat

- gabriel wilfong

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