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letra de we own swag - imprints

[intro]

[verse 1: imprints]
step in the spot and i rap, suddenly the beats in iraq
y’all could say that y’all iran cause when i started, y’all ran, huh
and i don’t even brag, sh-t that i be saying is a fact
i’m a beast and y’all should know that, choking mics until they tap
posted up in the back with my crew
most give up when we do what we do cause i’m a pitbull, you a shih tzu
i stay cold like an igloo, huh
cause people ain’t equal trynna be me i defeat you
then teach you how to just be true i see you
see you, you see through, see me, you couldn’t see me not even with 20-20
i’m not just any penny but i be making sense on many beats
going ham like a deli stand if you feel me hands in the ceiling
man you is failing if its me that your trailing cause i’m prevailing
past any clone, past any clone
p-ss the cologne i’m tryna take the stench
of these haters out of my zone
rock a microphone and be original with my style
eating rappers like a foul crocodile is what i condone

[hook: aye tee]
people say they own swag but they never prove it
its funny how the broke n-ggas
say it but dont use it

[verse 2: aye tee]
no time for complaining, talkin’ about who the greatest
stop all that hatin’, plus the word hatin’ is getting overrated
dawg quit playin’, yo songs outdated, it ain’t worth your time
i sn-tched your dime, now watch me shine, you’ll go blind
i’ll sn-tch your microphone too and claim that the ish was mine
imprints & aye tee, dont overlook me, dont even look under or through
cuz yall know what the effin’ business is
whenever you see us coming through
if no one ever said you had potential
then you probably shouldn’t be rappin’
im the one that they actually listen to
cuz they know this boy been snappin’, im just waiting for my time
k!lling so many beats with my live -ss rhymes
curfew flow i’ll be home by 9, i’ll be serving time for a while
if it was a crime, stop looking down if you ain’t liking what you see
lyrics so cold you might feel a breeze, im the head of the cl-ss
yall boys is the head of the swag get it, time is on slow motion
lyrical potions, exterminating instrumentals, dropping rhymes
up on your beat man that ain’t never no incidental
ball so hard you’ll be paralyzed, n-gga think he funny like family guy
swerving through lanes i dont even drive, go against me
best believe you die, switchin up the flow, going fast and slow
im unstoppable, its my time to go, but you should probably go
you’ll never make it and ima keep going so, my lyrics going non-stop
i stay walkin’ on them, sidewalk
my punchlines so complicated i’ll make yo effin’ mind pop

[hook]

[verse 3: imprints]
in my mind i’m a nomad with no land trynna get
where no man has with this vocab, my effort
is rain on a dessert and never nothing lesser
than a professor giving a lecture meaning i kick knowledge
now where’s the treasure? i pick it back up
y’all sinking in luck my writtens are such catastrophe!
spitting with substance and something to get ya ta’ bluffing
and turn ya’ ta’ stuffing you couldn’t keep up with the sk!lls
that i f-ck with you soft as a m-ffin i’m hot as an oven
you thinking you tough then i’d leave you cuffed in a coffin
that’s where you dropped in with poisonous gas
mother f-cking hot boxing

[hook]

- imprints

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