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letra de untitled. (freestyle) - great

(hook)

ziggy•
i don’t trust these b-tches they all plastic they’re fake
fake with the smiles fake with the booty cakes
you can’t run up on me
you can’t even run your race
race with the dogs while you race with the snakes
meeting in the sky cuz the ground don’t elevate
later we disguise cuz these n-ggas can’t relate
meet me at the bando
i’m gonna show you who’s commando
new chains like i’m django

i don’t trust these b-tches they all plastic they’re fake
fake with the smiles fake with the booty cakes
you can’t run up on me
you can’t even run your race
race with the dogs while you race with the snakes
meeting in the sky cuz the ground don’t elevate
later we disguise cuz these n-ggas can’t relate
meet me at the bando
i’m gonna show you who’s commando
new chains like i’m django

(verse 1)
great•
brace yourself self i’m bout take my listeners down the lane
i don’t care bout the whether if it’s sunny or the rain
bring your sickest rappers i’m about smoke em all again
either afro or fuji imma smoke em all the same
i’ve been the best ever since i stepped my foot into the game
just the first two lines and i guess you already know my name
imma win 3 grammies and if i don’t i know that it’s a shame
well all the same
i’ll do my best cause i know that it’s a game
i’d be hustling to the top
and you know i’ll never stop
all my haters they gone talk
but they’ve got nothing in stock
man i’ve nothing to loose
and i’ve got nothing to prove
i just step into the booth
and i let my demons loose
f-uck em n—– and em b-tches who my success get em pained
shout out to pain cause i know she still has more work to do
they listening with disdain
they want me to loose but instead i gain
no pain no gain, i want the money and the fame
so f-ck the shame, i face my fears
i cleaned my tears
i right my wrongs but not in a book
so i stepped in the hall of fame
this n—– ain’t the same
these rappers are so lame
cause they ain’t worth the game
(hook)
ziggy•
i don’t trust these b-tches they all plastic they’re fake
fake with the smiles fake with the booty cakes
you can’t run up on me
you can’t even run your race
race with the dogs while you race with the snakes
meeting in the sky cuz the ground don’t elevate
later we disguise cuz these n-ggas can’t relate
meet me at the bando
i’m gonna show you who’s commando
new chains like i’m django

(verse2)

henwi•
back to back i tend to murk’em all
draw me close my back’s against the wall
y’all done get it wrong, help me once
catch your sub, check yourself
lyrical hitler come at you with these words
don’t be playin with me you going down with your record sales
fake jewelries on, fake n-gga angles
need y’all n-ggas taking off all’em chains straight to your ankles
y’all been b-tching for a minute i don’t f-ck with y’all
f-ck is up? is there strength in numbers if my money ain’t look muscular?
suicidal notes plus homicidal thoughts
never crossed
who designed your goals? is it you or do i know’em not?
move inside the hall, i was social but didn’t gather much
friends outside the box made a jest but i was never hoaxed
put out a hit that’s safe delivery
now they believe in me
society’s sobriety amazing made belief
but maybe as a team regardless race or creed
we could chase the dream and make it easily
disburse these evenly
i even made a scene on one clapperboard—paid his fees
hastily i always chase a cheque amazingly
to the finish line and silver line my n-gga great is pleased
i was 19 in the cinema crazy as it seemed
(end)

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