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letra de station - gregory mfeka

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station

hook

i see you running but i see no progress my n-gga you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
it’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n-gga from newlands the west/

verse

i be spitting heat on the mic, like the burning bush in the night/
i just wanna reach 29, god level status on the rise/
i ain’t no average joseph nah, i’mma say my hail mary’s right/
i ain’t no average joe nah…/

it’s cold outside, and bodies lay ten fold outside, and more graves for the poe outside/
you know they tryna overthrow outside but who am i to voice the sh-t i see on this beat tonight/
my blood boils when i wit-ness my-kind, trick-scam-mislead a whole nation/
oh sh-t just duck before it turns to a duck hunt game more cartridges arrive if you lеak more game/

hook

i see you running but i see no progress my n-gga you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
it’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n-gga from newlands the west/
versе

i’m hoping i get rich, i know i’m bout to make it big/
back and forth thoughts in the mix, back and forth doubting my sh-t/
i’m bout to open catacombs decimate your top 44/
back in service with this type flow, got you bumpin’ like a 64’/
impala with the ‘draulics and a hoe, night time then she hit the road/
mama still wanna walk on shore, sands of maui visions what i hope/
want my n-gga ted hittin’ thieves, a hunnid times you know what i mean/
i forever rep eve, to entertain you eternally/

first verse i was tryna show, possibilities on spitting gold/
on a beat and energy like this, your ice watch ain’t gon’ cool the soul/
of kids tight gripped by devil, you el diablo el fuego n-gga/

hook

i see you running but i see no progress my n-gga you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
it’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n-gga from newlands the west/

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