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letra de just found out the ds is older than me lmaoaoao! - issbrokie

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i was born in ’05, a year after the ds
a young damsel in a man’s body tryna de-stress
i gave my life for the artistry, no longer depressed
it’s recess, twenty years old so far, i got no regrets
so many diary entries and paragraphs, i repressed
you think i’ll publish this sh-t? nine days i do to keep rest
while people like me inspired by all the sh-t i speak
lashed out at, i’m locked inside the studio with self disrespect
rеcently been getting phone calls, dudеs tryna reflect
the back when it was my lowest like i was not to be left
they like you three-x better than rappers under elix
for aoty i promise you they gon’ see how we flex
i looked at bro like, we? you was not a reject
man i was grinding online since the time we ain’t even speak yet
and now you wanting my flowers, you ain’t even planted seeds yet
making a rule just to boot us, it’s more than five precepts
i do like nine precepts before my show started in my city
i gotta get this right, can’t let this sh-t be 50-50
it’s years i put in this sh-t, like decades, it’s really wit’ me
i’m flying down to houston just to sing, b-tch, i’m really whitney
twitter won’t ever get me, it’s something i gotta accept
most of they artists don’t got no vibes, it’s just charm and neglect
most of the producers to charge these artists an arm and a leg
’cause y’all like to act like you was the model, like karma to let
you bar-tards harmless the best, can’t even start with the best
i eat every beat, i hit like a farmer
it’s karma to say they never alarmed by the text
you gotta pull up and let me know if it’s harm that i meant i promise y’all aren’t a threat
r-t-rded comments about my d-ck for conservative bombs
i’ve got used to hearing this sh-t by now, i want murderous ones
y’all gotta learn with a gun, kinda like kirk did or some
i’ll roll y’all p-ssy out like she isn’t worth it or some
i want excuses to rhyme, right now i do it for fun
i pull up any city and they love me to computer once
stay up in the crib until i leave like a baby, do it’s baby food, they [play?] me like the yankees
do i make the same as playing games and stupid sh-t to make them lose sleep?
two beats, back to back i’m [mostly?] too deep
can’t go back, reduce peak, loosely, smoke a pack of deuces
backwoods like i’m k!ll bill, f-ck a movie
i’m a rapper until it’s over with
yeah, so i go and tell them hoes “issbrokie, b-tch”
[outro]
are y’all done?
i’m off this sh-t, bro
whatever

- issbrokie

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