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letra de blasphemy - igobylc

[verse 1]
there he go
wantin’ all the smoke
he don’t ever choke
as i float
i go coast to coast
build where i thrive most
lettin’ the rhythm unfold
it unravel thru yo soul
i got that heat on the low
cuz preservation what i learned
we was always just a dollar away from the curb
in the j where the rate of making it out
relies on amount of time put into slavin’ a warehouse
workin’ for 12 hours never see the light of day
might as well send them paychecks straight to the grave
i ain’t sour bout it but it’s gotta bе some other ways
i don’t use many apps for navigating my placе
i rather stick to the chase i’m focused so i’m unfazed
while other n-ggas play games i’m building my character
the kid ran home like i was a mariner
life threw curbs i was never scared of them
truth is i was the n-gga that dared to win
they got 3 strikes there ain’t no comparison
shootin’ for the throne hopin’ it extends the range but do not got what it takes ain’t enough heir in it
don’t usually boast but after you takin’ notes from following me a king, you’ll get yo inheritance
no obscene obsession for the bling
i just been investing in my team
lately we been tryna keep the peace but
burning in me is catastrophe
if it’s fake to me it cannot reach
i don’t give in to no fantasies
that’s why shorties gettin’ mad at me?
panic, i write sins not tragedies
cuz actually
[chorus]
this sh-t
exactly what i planned be
i knew i was the man when inspiration became fans of me
no stan
this sh-t
got so much audacity
the haters sayin’, “oh my god!”
they callin’ out blasphemy got d-mn
this sh-t
exactly what i planned be
i knew i was the man when inspiration became fans of me
no stan
this sh-t
got so much audacity
the haters sayin’, “oh my god!”
they callin’ out blasphemy got d-mn

[verse 2]
if i make a bar cold you can’t scan
my lines be so priceless i could’ve been ballin’ the way i pull up with the pack man
they selling that mid, 9 times out of 10, that sh-t’ll end up in the trash can
the price might be love but don’t come to me with that racket i practiced my backhand
nah ain’t nothin sweet there ain’t no room for sugar coating that’s when all of the fun dip
i don’t need us to get ratchet like gunsmiths
n-ggas be on that to clear out the function, huh
just to be part of discussions, huh
we rather create a wave like a sun chip
nowadays there is too much corruption
repercussions make a dream disappear
like houdini the magic is in my hands
when i reach from the stage right into the stands
in chicago with rappers that need a chance
some got 3 on they head that don’t even cap
but rockin’ .23’s jordan got they backs
we was always some outcasts that wish we had more than 3 stacks
now they say “oh we know you got that stank on ya”
so we keep it fresh and so clean on these raps
i’m equipped for this pull out the tools, and get to business cuz i won’t lose
was a quiet but confident dude till a bird with the word came to me but he ended up c-cky too
now i just c-ck and shoot
aim for morality
i’d stay up if it wasn’t for gravity
ain’t no n-gga teach me what type of man to be
i’m just living on edge like a balcony
i do it naturally
[chorus]
this sh-t
exactly what i planned be
i knew i was the man when inspiration became fans of me
no stan
this sh-t
got so much audacity
the haters saying, “oh my god!”
they callin’ out blasphemy got d-mn
this sh-t
exactly what i planned be
i knew i was the man when inspiration became fans of me
no stan
this sh-t
got so much audacity
the haters sayin’, “oh my god!”

- igobylc

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