letra de energy - goz
you best know i’m coming with that energy
i can guarantee you ain’t name one better than me
yeah, you can hear the music get darker and darker
my flow, gets faster, bars hit harder
move like an arachnid, i’m not talking parker
impossible stalker
“awful writer”
“fix your write up”
i’d like to see you spit some fire
y’all made 8 mill in like 3 years
ruining peoples ears
get fans, from peers
who make the same cash from features
you produce the same trash every year
yeah i’m going for the game in this track
these rappers are wack
they make the cash, and its adds up to stacks
when all they’re doing is repeating the same word and it makes their careers last
we all know that there ain’t one better than
g.o.z
or you will see
the side no one wants from me
you better flee
yeah, this track is me aiming at the industry
all the rappers sounding the same
you bout to feel the pain of a thousand flames
i’m not here for just the fame
wanna give hip hop a good name
heres the rap game in a nutsh-ll
the lil family and the pump
gonna hit em with my shotgun sh-ll
with my scheme so well
underneath, i dwell
you can see, i fell
but i’m back up now
ready to bring reals back i ain’t giving a f-ck now (woah)
ready to finish this track
like i ain’t give a f-ck
you sipped from a cup
and i’m never mumbling
these bars i throw at you are getting troubling
i am troublesome
trust me you ain’t want some
cos when i start spitting
i defy your vision
like a eyeball
i don’t listen
real rappers seen as outcasts, how sad
they make the money to buy a new house, add a bunch of cars and, drugs
kodak like my battery
you’re losing power, like a black out
i’m back now, to change the rules of the game, foul
bout to take you out
like my sniper round
c-ck back, take aim and pow
using ghostwriters, write your own lyrics
tell em your finished
when i’m in this
industry, it’s crazy how it can get its grip
can you get a grip?
no more selling souls
no more signing oaths
before i go, that’s a song i wrote
i ain’t wanna know
about your choppy flow
the bars are cold
i got no role modelz
but i’m not j cole
i dont carry a nine
not six
because i’m the finest, lyricist
hear my lyrics have you trippy, like red
have some word play-boy
not like carti
the way i paint the picture you could call me arty
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