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letra de roses - griffgotbars

it’s a billion to one
ima merk the chances
make it out these circ-mstances
invest wisely
give a f-ck if i’m on fleek
i’m the rose
that grew thru the concrete
drinking liquor to fight the demons that haunt me
.08 k!llen em promptly
when your hot man
you gotta to stay frosty
no back and forth
man that just exhaust me
ignore the h-ll that i am given
knowing if i brought my tape to a label
it’d probably level the building
i saw the devil in children
sitting in juvenile hall
dead presidents line my pockets
but who you do you call
money power respect
man i’m new to it all
the quicker you climb the sooner you fall
never played ball
but i run for gains
cut my f-cking check
and cure these hunger pains
grinding since day one
all about the game
but i don’t play none
booking or features
my asking strict
don’t waste my time if your not p-ssionate
blunt between my fingers tips
n’ then the gr-ss is lit
eye contact with police
while im ashing it
i write these lyrics
hoping you feel the pain
i’m on the come up
knowing its never gunna feel the same
independently earring these digits
n0body’s even heard ya b-tches
don’t be friend me busy burning these bridges
that’s arson in the first degree
u f-cking liar if my verse was free
bragging rights for the motherf-cker that murder me

this verse make your album sound like a nursery rhyme
just let the beat ride man
man a hurse will be fine
m-ss murder coming thru stereo
born in toronto ontario
i’m a vocal raptor
you just a local rapper
i’m that dude
the feds hope the capture
live with my back against the wall
give a f-ck where you reside
can’t cop a plaque at the mall

sick of rappers talking material possessions
not like i’m walking imperial directions
new age oj simpson
but you can hear the confessions
live my life behind bars
department of corrections
that mark my imperfections
bad lil b-tch and i call her mine
10 toes down come and cross the line
let that tech spit, no columbine

itching to bite like a mosquito
just praying i go incognito
that’s a foul brah
ima need a free throw
epa on my -ss for all the gr-ss we blow
got these numbers to crunch
no cheetos
your lyrics suck
i’ll write ya some bars
here you can keep those
how do you f-ck the world
on a budget for cheap hoes
i’m tryna get my money right
like the way we p-ss it
candy -ss rappers
find the easter basket
take note and peep this
you a rapping disgrace
i wanna make it in music
without tatting my face
i’m outta this world
google how you bring a gat into sp-ce
crash landed back in the states
take me to your leader
then i spat in his face
i’ve gotta vision
you just a rat in the race
i take responsibility for putting you back in your place
like i went to school to be chiropractor
f-ck your swag
that’s not style ,you actor
i used to make raps
only reactions coming from laughter
now when i touch the pen
i know a murder charge is coming after
i got it on lock
every prison the same
so f-cking dope
clucks buy my music
just to stick in their veins
i’m building a fan base
and it’s like pure cocaine
every brick is insane
this that white that’ll put ya in prison
i got the recipe for something
bigger than i can envision
opportunity all in my face
like a head on collision
i ain’t trippin man i predicted the rain
just relax and stick to your lane
success gunna make these motherf-ckers sick and insane
smoking nasa come and enter my sp-ce
if you don’t know the name
just remember my face

- griffgotbars

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