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letra de something real - impromptwo

(sip jackson) verse 1:

southeren playalistic vocab toe tag the beat. so formulaic with it
just playing for kicks. play round over the snare and the kicks
i share and i fix. ignorant wit these heroin bricks
i flip over tracks, pen or pencil i’m pharaoh in this
king tut n-gga, you see i glare and i gliss
kush blunts, i’m slumped. i rarely share when i twist
i’m really high, and i can barely tell where i’m is
i heard you saving these hoes while n-ggas sharing yo b-tch
i’m digging graves wit these flows, go head and lay in yo ditch
the music speak to my soul, the b-tches say i’m the sh-t
them n-ggas say that i’m cold, i’d rather say that i’m rich
i’d rather kick a few flows so i can pay for new kicks
i’d rather stay on the road before i stay where i live
can’t be another statistic. they’ll never stop my progress
these n-ggas seeking intel, they’ll never stop my process
i’m from a place where n-ggas rarely make it out them projects
and where police prolly off duty when they out on patrol
and where they so infatuated wit the price of objects
and where they carry pistols that’ll knock you outta yo soles
don’t get slippin. and, i ain’t crippin. n-gga, i ain’t ya cuz
i don’t feel you. you unfamiliar. i ain’t your blood
i’m just a n-gga with a vision
a n-gga with a diction that can probably cause addiction
a n-gga from the dixie, tryna find a pot a p-ss in
in the kitchen, cooking up these sixteens for six rings, scottie pippen
and, i’m just speakin from the heart i hope you listening

(cale charles) verse 2:

i’m looking for something real
yesterday, met a woman for who i’d k!ll
and, i’m cautious bout who i deal with
that’s how i know she was a ill chick
one of them dolce gabana heels fit well with lil mama’s realness
revlon lip liner still stuck on the l tip
selfish, like “do you work at pike’s place?”
wonder how you might taste. i’m guessing red velvet or white cake
or, a medley of diced steak
i’m so ready. she like, “wait.”
you cool and all, but i ain’t trynna get too involved with the rapper type who only shoot for stars
and, while main concerns are shoes and cars, i’m through with y’all
move along. do a song
about how much you hate these stupid broads like me
and, how i’m gonna regret my neglect, and lack of respect for who you and all your homeboys might be
i’ll take my chances, and reject your advances
sleep next to a man with financial advantage
me, i understand it. some of life’s curveb-lls are underhanded
and, women like her don’t care how candid you are
long as that money tree thats planted don’t fall
most of these b-tches is scandalous dogs. and they still got me running
still got me running. still got me running
most of these b-tches is scandalous dogs. they got me running still
cuz i’m looking for something real

- impromptwo

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