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letra de monumental - infamous d-staxx

[hook: doeboy]
you b-tches ain’t sh-t
and you n-ggas ain’t sh-t too
yeah, i lost rap for you n-ggas (rap for you n-ggas)
can’t trust half of you n-ggas
i don’t got rap for you n-ggas
cause you b-tches ain’t sh-t
and you n-ggas ain’t sh-t too
yeah, i lost rap for you n-ggas (rap for you n-ggas)
can’t trust half of you n-ggas
i don’t got rap for n-ggas

[verse 1: d-staxx]
got cheddar in the bank
bread in my pocket
you don’t even need to question
i’m real hommie i got it
got the ingredients to make me a grilled cheese
tell everybody that’s hating stay outta my grill please
but it’s just human nature, that’s what michael said
but look at him now, hommie michael dead
i already pulled some strings i got the hook up
if you don’t understand me then get on your feet and look up
hold up, please rewind
i’m strapped nine bullets, for you felines
so much potential that remains untapped
i’m quite defensive cause i’m always being attacked
but i, keep living my life in my lifetime
i’m not left brained but i’m outta my right mind
in this industry i’m going far
the only rappers y’all will ever be is the one candy bars

[bridge: doeboy]
y’all b-tches ain’t sh-t
and y’all n-ggas ain’t sh-t too
cause i lost rap for you n-ggas (rap for you n-ggas)
can’t trust half of you n-ggas
i lost rap for you b-tches, yeah
n-ggas act tough i ain’t fearing ’em
they don’t want war i put fear in ’em
haters gossip but money be screaming
i don’t be hearing ’em
nah, i don’t be hearing em

[verse 2: doeboy]
running for the money like i sprang for track
i got bars ya sprint can’t compete with that
you talk war, i’ll let my dogs beat your cats
i put the steal to ya head then eat y’all caps
i’m on a mission n-gga, money can’t leave the trap (i need tracks)
it’s gonna be a lot of cheese to feed the rats
money don’t sleep dawg, i don’t believe in naps
more money more problems, i don’t believe in that
once you rich, why you succeed to lack
i catch wreck with the hands, i don’t need a gat
these b-tches can’t hurt me, i don’t need a strap
my hood behind me, hit up slime when it’s time to clap
trade my right hand, call the squad when it’s time to snap
k-time gon shine, or live in the back
moving aside, my youngin’s we dobbs like snacks
you in a squad full of snakes why they ain’t eat you yet
cause you a rat caught in the mix who ain’t peep the trap
my n-ggas know your n-ggas,so how you compete with that

[hook: doeboy]

[verse 3: d-staxx]
watch on left wrist, but it got the right time
going h.a.m. grinding people up, pork rinds
you’ll comprehend this, in ugh… no time
see i’m a boss, you working part time
whenever i’m spittin, i get a verbal spasm
my girl look, caribbean your girl look… handsome
i’m living in reality, you can only imagine
flow so complex, you can’t even fathom
it’s crazy, what this industry… will do, to you
i hate all my haters, the feelings mutual
i’m an intellectual, heteros-xual, so incredible
eat these rappers up, edible
i have a good purpose, not accidental
no i’m not crazy, just a little instrumental
whenever i spit something, it’s detrimental
when the mixtape drops, it’ll be monumental
i’m gone…

[hook: doeboy]

- infamous d staxx

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