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letra de jazzy freestyle - gavin parished

[intro]
okay, gp, riley on the beat
distorted memories, jazzy freestyle

[verse]
i don’t really wanna hear y’all rap
some of y’all too confident for that
don’t play with me, my blade stay with me
if i don’t cut myself i’ll cut you
the voices in my head always know what do
they said drop nukes on the game
then put a bullet in my brain
so talented, but didn’t stay late
y’all looking at me like rap cobain
nevermind, i’m just rap’s gp
never gonna be a mother f-cker like me
popping back up in the game
coming out strong with the stains
from the blood that my mother drew from me
dad couldn’t heal what he couldn’t see
i hid away like i’m filled with shame
felt so close to a b-tch i can’t name
she knows what i’m saying, she knows that i’m slaying
i ain’t talking eating b-tch, i did that on all these tracks
that’s all facts, i’m real, never cap
i had to leave the scene with the e in my bag
no evidence, so don’t try to diss me
if it hurts personally
then i’ll have to murder all the
beats of course, i’m a good kid
it’s a m.a.a.d city, but i don’t need pity
don’t come to me if you ain’t clingy
cause otherwise i’m leaving this earth
my spirit flies high or dies at worst
look in my eyes and you’ll see the hurt
my dad even asked me how i’m feeling
look at myself, feel like k!lling
suicidal thoughts, that’s all i got
till i’m weak from each tab i popped
my words so hard they looked into medusa’s eyes
but i’m just staring at her chest
oh was that rude or lesser of me?
i can’t believe i’d say something so heinous
i’d still let her ride on my rock hard p-n-s
maybe that’s too far, i’ll stop while i’m ahead
but honestly, head sounds great
it feels like fate that i picked up the mic
best emcee not out nyc since slim shady baby
but i’m red as the blood of an englishman
pop these tabs like they tic-tacs
blunt rolled up like a kitkat
bars so serious, let’s kick back
feeling like kenny with the long dong
full 72 hours with the eiffel tower, baby how come
you’re leaving me if you say i please you, make it make sense
i’m stuck on the fence between you and her
who is she? oh i don’t know
but i know she’ll love and f-ck me on the low
so i’m taking her home, next round you’re a go
[outro]
yo, ay jazzy freestyle
that’s just the first taste of riley and gp by the way, so much more to come
okay, y’all gotta hear this beat some more though

- gavin parished

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