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letra de switches that kill - gold poundz

[intro]
gold poundz production
(i’ve got a long time to go)

[verse 1: jet 2]
black cruciverbalist; lucifer refer to this
blessings pon me life me ah go break all of your curses
been a long time comin’ tryna fly through all the turbulence
life became absurd, you know that word?
was on the verge of it
but one thing’s for certain, god got me
your story cannot be out of the box if it’s not rocky (mm)
dodging coroners off corners on the block boxing
and if it’s further notice, there will be a glock unboxing
i’m not with the thrills, i live this for real
this is visceral
i can see the pain in my n-ggas’ eyes in the field
when you see the sirens blaring, best believe it ain’t a drill
sh-t i seen got me numb, focus on the vision still

[verse 2: gold poundz]
n-ggas think it ain’t real ’til a n-gga get k!lled
b-tch, i’m so numb i need a pack of benadryl
n-ggas know what they owe, still tryna split the bill
murder bars, murder flow, have a n-gga write his will
b-tch, turn a n-gga power off, hit him wit’ that k!ll-switch
rob your favorite rapper, sh-t that’ probably make me feel rich
no matter what cards they give you, this sh-t you gotta deal with
the power of the tongue, you n-ggas never hit a real l!ck
all this dope a n-gga spittin’, sh-t they gotta seal sh-t
pull up with the glock and a mask; navy seal sh-t
snowfall, brick by brick, that’s how you build sh-t
b-tch i always need my extra points, this a real kick
tryna make a mill and f-ck wit’ n-ggas i can build wit’
f-ck these fake n-ggas, man it’s time for this real sh-t
i always spit a virus, i’m surprised they don’t feel sick
chop these n-ggas hand by the way these n-ggas steal sh-t
[verse 3: k-smooth]
started with a half, turned it to a whole thing
focused on my future, i got goals, it’s a growth thing
time to blow up, that’s a flame to some propane
with a hustle mentality like ace with the cocaine
sell it for high, but we get it for much cheaper
play the game right so you can play the bleachers
k-smooth is the name if you askin’ for a feature
i’m here to vomit, sh-t i think i got a fever
give ’em all work, i ain’t never been a teacher
pay attention, you might learn what i’m speakin’
you can’t handle the pressure, this that playoff defense
to get on this court gotta be more than decent

[verse 4: gold poundz]
che’, this that smooth gold
i don’t do that fake sh-t, i only do soul (n-gga)
wolves rip his body apart, need a new soul
i don’t talk to exec’s, i skip the loopholes
b-tch, i spit like i’m comin’ out a group-home
b-tch, that’s from nothin’
did my job, background check, you fluke, you was bluffin’
head on wit’ this rap sh-t, leave these n-ggas wit’ concussions
i’m the baker-man, i cook it up, they softer than some m-ffins
i’m thankful to see road-k!ll, hit it wit’ some stuffin’
run in everybody’ yard, don’t be worried ’bout my rushin’ miles
walk around wit’ p’s, touchin’ styles, b-tch i’m versatile
when it come to beef, they like, “please don’t hurt the cows!”
b-tch, you got me f-cked up, the wolves up in this circus now
b-tch, i’m fully employed, i always got that work around
b-tch, i’m gold poundz, i step heavy i might hurt the ground
knock a n-gga wig off, i guess he was the perfect clown
[outro: gold poundz]
rbw (that’s more than enough), che’ (gold poundz production)
your favorite producer’s favorite producer, n-gga!
look
(that’s more than enough)

- gold poundz

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