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letra de hollywood snakes - giovanni g

[verse 1]
young lost kid
living in a twisted world or is it that i’m just the one standing
like my homies they ain’t talking tv episodes they ain’t
cracking jokes they just frozen taking acid
homie p-ss it, we all blasted f-ck an overdose
hashtag can’t catch us not even god can’t come at us
we like coming up from the casket
but you -ss was buried backwards ha
thinking that you’re balling with a nickle sack
that you copped with your piggy bank go head
pick me last i got a bigger mind i’m better than that
if i were to you ride with you dawg it’d be a piggy back
on some animal farm sh-t they be having trouble swallowing
the spit comming from my bronchus
even the captain to your ship can’t handle that
it’s not as easy to just handle bars without falling off
and i’ve been rapping for like 3 months brethren
get the point through your body like caprisuns ain’t it
matta fact pierce your souls get your peers too compare
peer pressure to a pressure on the rear view
we so oppressed and they coming from the back
we blind as bats plus we only bumping that trash
rap cash slash -ss bust caps and fashion no p-ssion
just a quick quiet camera’s flash
but i don’t need no spotlight to shine
hip hop still got a couple sl1ck royal fans
but it still gets me p-ssed that it’s stale
and it’s bland and still buried deep in the sea in the sand
cause everybody want that mainstream that radio
that don’t speak just spit sh-t straight to the stereo
they pushing b-ttons with a rush of waves
scary how you can score a fortune if you shoot a couple slaves

[hook]
and i’ve been in hollywood
these snakes don’t play these snake don’t prey
these snakes just holla at your hood but
they hiding in a suit these snakes just keeping you slaves
i said i’ve been in hollywood
these snakes don’t pray these snake don’t prey
these snakes just holla at your hood but
they hiding in a suit these snakes just keeping you slaves

[verse 2]
they taking it back to the textiles
except they playing smart and cl-ssy
giving whips to the slaves now
its like your chick when she kinky and she want it nasty
you gonna do that sh-t no matter how the bait sound
no debate no parade no conspiracy
felony spiting like a old school lyricist
got lemony with the lemons life gave me
now i’m way past my limits and i still ain’t or giving in
still ain’t sugarcoating still got many years
eye still ain’t crooked i’m still seeing clear
no matter if i’m blind deaf how bad my vision is
still refined and as sharp still bombing like militant
and still church a f-cking blasphemy
we all trying to eat and purge like a fattening chick
must be out my d-mn mind if im spitting that
hit the doctors up like what is up is f-ck with me
giovanni g

[hook]

wake up
motherf-cker
you tweaking

- giovanni g

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