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letra de bismillah (بسم الله) - grizzly the natural

-intro-
my dudes would trap in the same shirts they worked in
i ain’t hiding b-tch, all my he-rs-s are burst in!
they wanna chat about fake sh-lls and skurrt benz
lurk in with a gat and just talk widdem, there’s worse sins!

-chorus-
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, if they quick to draw i won’t play the odds!
hoe! they in disguise, not in the 9, hoe!
i catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, when i’m picking 4 i’m not playing odds!
hoe! i catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, hoe!
so i’d bе wise to drop the lies!

-vеrse-
i lived in akron, but i lost my footing
now i got blood-stained kent state hoodies!
they goin’ keep acting far as faith they put in
but i cut the dead weight, and net gained duties
they better worry how i make my munnies, uh!
dude i been tryna earn a living since i been alive
i’m not the guy who’s always tripping ‘bout a credit line
and i won’t ever write a bar because they’re all implied
outside i run into more problems, so i stay inside!
when i get out, then my jordan’s peel into tommy fords
i’m sick rapping ’bout objects that i cannot afford!
i break my back for my job, it always gets me sore
i give it all to my passion, then end up wanting more
your rhymes are stupid, i strum thru it like bob hewitt
you knew to it but construed it, i just knew it!
chasing tail but she’s lining back, said that y’all threw through it
jason taylor, if the fit is green then the drip is suited!
-chorus-
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, if they quick to draw i won’t play the odds!
hoe! they in disguise, not in the 9, hoe!
i catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, when i’m picking 4 i’m not playing odds!
hoe! i catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, hoe!
so i’d be wise to drop the lies!

-verse-
no gold where the bars be at
if you singing then you all need cap
all bling like the bronze knee-cap
i couldn’t shake em, but they all attached
and it’s the same when my gat could blast
your songs are dated, i’m over-hated, so my praise belated
sick of the aggravation! done with the self-defacing!
my motivation was created, it ain’t generated!
voice of a generation, knocking on heavens bas-m-nt!
i got some followers i’m jesus ina jansport
i got some borrowers they begging for the transport
i’m gonna call it first i’m running short of cash source
i dropped a swallower a wallet grabbing crash course
rhymes bullet-proof, like a riot shield or an otterbox
my phones commando, i keep the screens to the orthodox
i spit a rhyme and i change my mind, there’s a pair of docs
i cracked my head, now some cte could bring harder knocks!
-chorus-
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, if they quick to draw i won’t play the odds!
hoe! they in disguise, not in the 9, hoe!
i catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
boy, i don’t spit, when i write a rap it’s the words of gods!
that’s bismillah, when i’m picking 4 i’m not playing odds!
hoe! i catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, hoe!
so i’d be wise to drop the lies!

- grizzly the natural

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