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letra de covered in chrome - illy

[verse 1: illy]
yeah
they love to tell me “stick to music,” i tell ’em “kiss my grits to your bruised lips”
wicks burn quick when the fuse lit
[?] comes with whole lot of soul, guess the shoe fits
no respect for brute strength, gotta use wits
switch povs, ’cause you don’t go just walkin’ in shoes that’s meant for your feet
don’t wanna be too big for my boots and don’t wanna preach
don’t wanna put my foot in my mouth whenever i speak
don’t wanna tiptoe round, p-ssyfoot to appease
so sit down, listen
stand up for what you believe in and make difference, yeah
high horses, lord, seen enough
[?] change in so long it’s like the stream been bufferin’, so
get yours, i got mine
run with it or get stuck in crossfire
shout out to the haters, baby, love ya long time
but f-ck your dms, what you sayin’ offline, huh?

[pre-chorus 1: illy]
sh-t, what you sayin’ offline, huh?
’cause i’ma put it like this
[?] put it out there, we just don’t care
freeze, put your hands in the air, h-ll f-ck yeah

[chorus: luke boerdam & illy]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, sh-t, that’s right lil’ b-tch
not many, if any, gon’ do it like this
[verse 2: nerve]
late night, eyes heavy, bittersweet
like i’m fallin’ off a cliff but i’m still landin’ on my feet
’cause i got business to attend to and i’m handlin’ it, g
we tryna get this money up so families can eat
altercations made me think ‘am i the man i wanna be?’
and we just met, now i’m drunk and she got her hands all in my jeans
and then i wake up covered in your makeup
we just part ways another day after the same drug
my mama told me jesus loved me and it’s all good
but i been watchin’ earth burn like moses with the bush
they rewrite our country’s history then closin’ up the book
and say it’s all good, but we know you some posers, you some crooks
but what do i know? we’re just some millennials with some high hopes
tryna catch a buzz up on this microphone
ever since the days of drinking milo and smokin’ darts at the
[?]
i’ve been ’bout this sh-t, they about the clout but don’t know how to live

[pre-chorus 2: nerve & illy]
and if they don’t know how to live then we show ’em
f-ck a suit and tie, i’m lookin’ for a river i can throw ’em in
[?] put it out there, we just don’t care
freeze, put your hands in the air, h-ll f-ck yeah

[chorus: luke boerdam & illy]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, sh-t, that’s right lil’ b-tch
not many, if any, gon’ do it like this
[verse 3: jk-47]
bet they wanna see me steppin’ off my grind
but i won’t ever let that pressure undermine me
they cannot rewind me, purpose feed the flame and i do not require fame
i stay the same and keep my people right beside me
who let me in when i was out and helped me lighten up the load
and now we ’bout to find a route, ain’t tryna up and go
i won’t ever leave, learn every lesson
got the message, now i see the sh-t these people hardly ever see
never let jealousy get to me, let ’em lose sleep
undefeatable like i’m bruce lee
24/7 for fifty-two weeks i put in the work
do this music for the youth until i’m put in the dirt
didn’t choose it though, feel like it’s my destiny
call the booth my kitchen, ’cause you know i got that recipe
i don’t give a f-ck about the world thinkin’ less of me
i just pray i never let the devil get the best of me
can’t f-ck with this energy, too big for that bullsh-t
do it for my baby, ain’t no way i let me shoe slip
back then i was clueless, but now i’m on my new sh-t
feelin’ i’m ’bout to be the best to ever do this

[pre-chorus 3: jk-47 & illy]
hoppin’ on that remix, now we got the people goin’ stupid
bet they wanna see a brother lose but the truth is
[?] put it out there, we just don’t care
freeze, put your hands in the air, h-ll f-ck yeah
[chorus (extended): luke boerdam & illy]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, sh-t, that’s right lil’ b-tch
not many, if any, gon’ do it like this
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, sh-t, that’s right lil’ b-tch
not many, if any, gon’ do it like this

- illy

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