a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de butter scripts - gdp

[verse 1]
everyday of my life gets impressively realer
wake up on another stranger’s couch, put in real work
pay me enough for my next meal and a blunt
and i’ll rap my -ss off till the club closes up (check 1)
last time some people ain’t notice
critics snubbed their noses, know this
i never play just the tip
up in this b-lls deep
all the way in hip hop
check me if you wanna
wet orange on the corner smokin’ marijuana
remind the motherf-cker why i started listenin’ in the first place
[?] and wordplay
but they don’t know their -ss from a hole in the underground
or indie labels give cats the runaround
other mcs go platinum in a week
timeless does not mean a popular single, we (mic check 2)
k!ll all that whack sh-t
you either ante up or cash-in
check 3, they fine with absurdity
the last two years took their toll on me
but besides that i feel electric
render me mc ren meets quest
it goes rappers for breakfast
mcs for lunch
dinner reserved for any dj that spins crunkstep
f-ck a punk cause i ain’t him
a lot of my contemporaries ain’t sh-t
so i come at ’em with a p-ssion rarely seen last hip hop went fashion
if you hear me you act like it
dead broke with my dignity and that’s priceless
or so the saying goes, turn my phone off and stay home
demonstrating soul

[interlude]
i keep writing
and writing (x13)

[verse 2]
when the beat knock it feel like a jetpack
knowin’ full and well with each stroke of the pen that
every word could potentially reach thousands of listeners
they never been to church
sinners, all of ’em suspect
they can’t hold a steady job so they’re “f-ck rent”
dirty jurors like my drug tests
if you ain’t scurred move up front then, while i
proceed to move the crowd
lotta’ people leanin’ on me and i wanna’ do ’em proud
and i gotta’ lot on my plate besides that
where’s your grind at?
cats act like they’re [?] as a unicorn
go from lukewarm to scourged
any day, stage, age range, or place
and it would be presumptuous to say i expect any more outta’ this than b-tter scripts
i’ll never be financially stable and i can live with my head a million places at once
so long as the b-ss lines up
and have the party jumpin’ like bloods getting jumped in
get your skull crushed over something as insignificant as metaphors and synonyms
we’re probably spitting “that’s my dog like rin tin tin”
go keep another career
or selling your soul to have m-ss appeal
it’s too shout out for the m-sses to feel
i don’t keep it if it’s not real
cause i am who i am, ain’t who i ain’t
poison to young minds like lead paint
in displaced anger, another straight banger
courtesy of ideas that keep getting stranger

- gdp

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS