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letra de cakewalk - illmac

[verse 1: b dot]
yo
look
you n-ggas ain’t f-cking with the squad though (no)
i put that on my mom bro
when it come to writing rhymes every line’s intertwined and designed with the god flow (yeah)
don’t get hit with a bomb though, i couldn’t miss a shot with my eyes closed
i’m good with the point like rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that’s a combo
n-gga, all my homies from the bottom, guns and drugs they really got ‘em (yeah)
see the opps and they spot ‘em, best believe they probably shot ‘em
oh my god this is a problem (yeah)
oh my lord this is an issue, hand my grandmama some tissue
she say ‘no weapon that is formed against you’
i say ‘grandmama jesus allowed the hood to have pistols’ (true story)
so, i’m switching up the flow ‘cause i can, to let you n-ggas know i’m the man
you don’t understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam
when you take the lid off a can after you done heated it and beated it and mistreated it and best believe anything that you see in it to degrees’ll be d-mned
damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who i am
i’m tap-dancing on the beat so anything that i think i’ma make sure bleeds through the pen
get a scope, come see through my lens
i’m yelling out free all my friends (yeah)
and making sure they never go again (yeah yeah)
i’ma speak the truth to the end
and f-ck whoever that we gon’ offend, lsc

[chorus: illmac]
real make moves while the fake watch
no snapchat when they face swap
hit the plug up make him weight-watch
getting to the bag that’s a cakewalk
got a crib in the valley where it stays hot, trust me
been a few months since a raindrop touched me
real make moves while the fake watch
getting to the bag that’s a, that’s a cakewalk
[verse 2: illmac]
it’s f-ck 12 i got the case dropped
my homie pc did two-and-a-half years state prop
just for selling trees, now dispensaries on the same block
d-mn, sh-t don’t stop like the drug war
every other block got a drugstore, ain’t a uproar
the walking dead, the whole city a slum
while they running they mouth i got a bidness to run
now they twiddling thumbs, fixing the tongue
to put a limit on a [?] come, like it’s a million to one
told ‘em ‘b-tch i’m the one’
they said ‘over my dead body’- consider it done
k!ller been on the run, rep the city i’m from
this is capital punishment, that isn’t a pun
heart frigid i’m numb, only rubber i use is the grip on the gun ‘cause it kick like a drum
spending militant funds, civilians with guns i’m the vigilant one
vigilante with a pistol being civil to none
throw shade i extinguish the sun i’m as lit as they come
got ‘em like ‘oowee, ooh sh-t’
hopping out two seats, new tints
they be like ‘who’s he? new drip’
i be like ‘new me, who’s this?’
what we talking?

[outro: -cuts of b dot-]
“i’ma speak the truth to the end”
“i’ma speak the truth”
“i’ma speak the truth”
“i’ma speak the truth to the end”
“i’ma speak the truth”
“i’ma speak the truth”
“i’ma speak the truth”

- illmac

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