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letra de post rap - iso indies

[intro: conchezyout]
yeah
i’d just rather be alone in my zone writin’ poems

[verse 1: conchezyout]
when i get in, i’ll take a shower, read a book and feel empowered
smokin’ on that sour, got me countin’ down the hours
thinkin’ off all the sh-t that they could do but won’t allow us
then i realized they all some f-ckin’ cowards
the world is ours
me and my brother twin like the towers
and we want it now, never later, no more favors
done with all these traitors who be haters on the low
they just hate to see you grow
so i’d just rather be alone in my zone writin’ poems
’cause i’m never on the road
and i’d rather stay at home and life been movin’ fast lately
tryna get a grasp and every day i’m mad lately
never let it drive me crazy, do this for my old lady, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: pandaraps]
they told us, “stay quiet; better close your lips”
we never thought we’d get our chance to speak (speak, speak, speak)
so we just stay grindin’, tryna hold our chips
and thank god for our chance to breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
they told us, “stay quiet; better close your lips”
we never thought we’d get our chance to speak (speak, speak, speak)
so we just stay grindin’, tryna hold our chips
and thank god for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in

[verse 2: dillmatic]
see, ain’t sh-t changed? but a buncha people feel us
reachin’ for the top, and, nah, i ain’t no ceilings
pour me up a cup or two so it could stop the bleedin’
roll me up a spliff or two and now, i’m h-lla weeded
’cause i’m feelin’ like i want it but i don’t know if i need it
took a few l’s, but a n-gga undefeated
same sh-t, different day, why this so repeated?
if we don’t talk no more, it’s probably ’cause i felt mistreated
bad enough i don’t hear excuses, trust me, you could keep it
saw it comin’ from a mile away once i peeped it
caught up in that drama, mama, i don’t get between it
they be tryna turn it on you, d-mn, they really tweakin’

[verse 3: pandaraps]
we broke, but we wealthy in ability and hopes fits
b-tch, no, we only need the broke-rich
we only overage, overseein’ all the dope sh-t
k!llin’ these, cast with they facilities flushed down the drain
leanin’ through all eight lives, ’til that become they centerpiece
unfold and be a masterpiece, at half of all our facalties
we actually dope, you just don’t know that half a week (half a week, half a week)
we actually dope, you just don’t know that half a week
half a week, half a week, half a week, half a week
[chorus: pandaraps]
they told us, “stay quiet; better close your lips”
we never thought we’d get our chance to speak (speak, speak, speak)
so we just stay grindin’, tryna hold our chips
and thank god for our chance to breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
they told us, “stay quiet; better close your lips”
we never thought we’d get our chance to speak (speak, speak, speak)
so we just stay grindin’, tryna hold our chips
and thank god for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in

- iso indies

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