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letra de redemption - inflect

[intro]
i’ma do this one more time
okay, yo

[verse 1]
my time and my life is about to be split in two minutes
i better get spitting if i want to ever reach my limits
i’m never quitting, i wanna see my show have sold out tickets
as i’m sitting, i’m realizing for rap i am so ambitious
the kid is ripping the track and he’s never looking back
whatever he’s k!lling whether the beat is slow, or it’s fast
he is feeling the beats and he eats it like it is a snack
he is never leaving, no matter how much time has passed
(yo bro that sucks)
no it don’t what you talking ’bout?
keeping it real with you i’m the rapper you can’t live without
the truth may not be what you want so go on and sit and pout
(aye, aye, aye)
back in it and i’m k!lling and ripping this
last base, no ball, taking a swing of bliss
for all my happiness, rapping i’m boutta swish
making the money, i’m boutta be making lists
got new equipment, i’m boutta be making hits
boosting my confidence, haters can not touch this
all of these fakers just don’t want to reminisce
raps are my golden touch, not talking midas which
these kids are snakes, and now i just hear them hiss
they tryna get money but they won’t get the splits
back in it like basketball packing in all my heat and all
boutta be k!lling tracks, do this till my death ain’t gonna fall
all these other writers are ghosts, i know who i need to call
bar is higher than the wall, if i can’t reach, i’m gonna bawl
every single night i write, record, you know that i ain’t slacking
while you was playing defense, i went around and out attacking
while you were talking trash, i was in the booth and i was rapping
while i was performing for many crowds, you were in it clapping
proving all these kids wrong and showing them that i’ll make it
and so i tell them, “sit down, and watch while i’m making this hit.”
i’m k!lling and k!lling and spitting and spilling it
the illest came for them, now they all calling quits
they do not want the smoke, they backing out of this
these kids are fake and they wish that they weren’t from wish
gee, i look in the mirror and see all my copycats
it’s like a clone of me but they can’t spit the raps
these people talk down on me but they are all wack
then once i get the fame you finna all come back
wow! what do you know?
i’m in my home and i’m writing these notes
wow! yo! what do you know?
i’m in the studio, this song will blow
oh bro! and i scr-pped hundreds of songs, and even then i still said no
oh no! the kid has an opinion and won’t get it conveyed across the snow
i’m boutta be ripping and flipping and k!lling it
said that like twenty times every time it still hits
tricking it, trapping it, and i’m still out of it
suddenly, all of these kids in their lowest pit
i show my dominance and i move on with this
n0body better i thought it was obvious
find a way, lock the case, shoot it up, hit it up
you know i never be missing my targets
[outro]
i’m gone

- inflect

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