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letra de don't call it a comeback - ham sandwich

[verse 1]
i done lost my heart about a hunnid times
i done lost more than a couple lives
i done gave up ’bout a dozen times
all the bloodshed got me traumatized
and they wonder why i don’t wanna ride
i don’t wanna slide, i don’t wanna lie
but i can’t tell ’em, they’ll be mummified
by the evil ’round me i personify
they gon’ tell me i smell of a demon
no one listening to reason
things change for a minute, just to cycle back to they beginnings like the seasons
when i started they thought i was treasonous
everybody question my allegiances
but as long as my people are safe and secure, i don’t care if y’all stop breathing
i don’t care if y’all stop breathing (hey, yuh, ay)

[verse 2]
never diplomatic in my disposition (yessir)
y’all could never handle this position (nah)
this the reason you ain’t sitting with ’em (okay)
n-ggas want the harmony and miss the rhythm (yuh)
put ’em in the mix and they gon’ split, division (yuh)
everybody finna say they hardbody
’till a hardbody n-gga pistol whip ’em (bah!)
and i been whipped a thousand times (yuh)
n-ggas all want a whip but ain’t down to sign
b-tch, i done lived for a thousand lives (yessir)
but at least i could find my spine
better dot your “i”s and cross your “t”s (yuh)
before you gotta cross your eyes and dot your tees (buh buh!)
’cause n-gga i am not your guy, this not your st–ze (yuh)
n-ggas moving clear as day, you not lowkey (no sir)
release h-ll, ay (yuh, yuh)
[verse 3]
real n-ggas recognize when they need help (facts)
crash dummies hit the dash, no seatbelt (facts)
and get they soul seperated from the meat pelt
i’m going through it all to make sure the heat felt (yessir)
and if n-ggas got a problem, get the f-ck on, move (get out)
i don’t even know what the f-ck y’all do
‘cept taking up sp-ce with your funk ass mood
n-gga wanna sleep, we can bunk that dude (yessir)
matter fact, let him nap, we ‘gon jump that dude (yessir)
if he moving with a cult, he a runtz pack, too (yessir)
n-gga we already know what the humpback do
carving him up, get a lung tattoo (yuh)
i know the prices of one bad move (uh huh)
just know that you won’t get a runback soon
these n-ggas stuck in a run that’s doomed, d-mn

[outro]
don’t call it a comeback dude (yuh)
’cause i was never really gone, yeah (yessir!)
ay
still sick as f-ck

- ham sandwich

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