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letra de not a part - itsyaboih2

-chorus-
i’m guilty of it all
i had to have my sanity locked up
cause there’s no way in this world
i’m ever gettin my spot took
i’m off to a rocky start
so cold inside
got a rocky heart
i’m partly part
of what i cause
all because i’m
not a part of
what ya’ll are/

-verse 1-
i mean really b-tches
can’t you read?
this sh-t here
is a different breed
they’re so appalled
when they step in the stall
right next to mine
that they have to leave
is you out ya mind?
you can’t sh-t with me
my epiphanies
become symphonies
and i spit with thieves
so b-tch hit ya knees
cause we taking yours
and we splittin these
you didn’t believe
that we’d hit degrees
that would make thermometers
split and bleed
we stay hot purposely
standing in the heat
yeah you can bet
we’ll be the last to sweat
and all of ya’ll
be the first to leave
so godd-mn fast
you can’t fit through the door
you don’t really want war
with a crew this “odd”
f-ck evening scores
we deleting these wh0r-s
right off of the board
and if you ask me why then
my reply is
we just got bored
this my alliance
f-ck boy where’s yours?
probably all still sittin
in the store
just waiting on somebody here
dumb enough to buy in
to all that sugar coated sh-t
they supplyin
better manage your squad
or your -ss get fired on
til we shatter every windshield
pop every tire
stop or retire’s
not part of our desire
this is all about running
from july to july and
yes i’m outta my mind
yeah i lied when i said
i’d be back in 5
cause at that time
it was just me and beez
now i got a pack of lions
that’ll blow these b-tches out
like dandelions
in like half the time
that i had in mind
i’ll kidnap your grind
and let it meet
a real grinder
made outta iron
and that’s the worst
kind of irony
that you’ll ever find
in your measely life
and i love
this sh-t so much
i’d sever my left
just to keep my right
tell ’em lift these sheets
and release my sight
i define hate
kind of like a blind date
you ain’t seen sh-t yet
thinking that i ain’t your type
b-tch your right
i’m alot more liver
success ain’t cheap
hoe this ain’t fiverr
think i’m full of sh-t?
well it’s full of fiber
so it’s gonna rip your -ss
every time you try it
and i can’t deny that
i’m flattered
if i’m that rapper
you admire
so i won’t lie
i’m a firefly
and i shine at
thinking you’re inspired by
what i do
and that i’m nothing
like these other guys
so i wanna be
the one to drive ya
but i swear
if this b-tch
asks me to spit
i’ma tell her get
more saliva/

(chorus)

-verse 2-
stepped in these
sons of forces
and brung
the torches
for who don’t
support us
we gon’ make em all
pay up
like a mortgage
and the morgue
bout to get a
new recruit
for ’em orbit
a noose
around your neck
and have ’em all hung
like horses
or this
portion
of the song
really don’t make sense
if you’re just
now joining
so ya best to rewind
back to the chorus
okay, now you’re back
up to speed
but you’re not
fast enough
to catch up to me
and actually
that’s how i
have to read
cause what you’re seeing
at this time
is a man that’s blind
to any kind of “sign”
so nah
i don’t know my mph
all i know’s
i’m running
til i’m empty h
and that’s the only way
to create
any kind of depth
show ’em how full
you can get
and still have room
for whatever come next
soon as you
even start to regret
jump in that mirror
and remind yourself
i’m nothing like them
never have been
i’m a will be
and won’t be
a has been
my foot’s half in
like a doorstop
for everybody who’s
been riding my coat tails
b-tch this is your stop
you can get out
or get kicked out
and when you do b-tch
you better hit
the ground running
like a tight little c-nt
on it’s time of the month
b-tches be real bl–dy
cause i never quit hunting
what the f-ck
could you steal from me?
i’m too real to be
some dumb
motherf-cker’s mark
wanna hate
on how we accelerate?
well it ain’t our fault
your -ss stuck in park
gon’ wave at ya’ll
like a funky fart
feel that hot must
when i crop dust
all over ya ant farm
b-tch your out of options
when your f-cking with
somebody that’s got some
problems
with no solvers
throws his b-lls
all over the place
like harlem globetrotters
i’m on my ga ga
ha ha
and we ain’t talking
bout baby sh-t
talking bout that
crazy b-tch
i’m so outrageous with
the way i make these hits
sink my t–th in ya neck
call me a monster
hot enough to make
satan sweat
i’m out of bucks
will you take a check?
to the nuts
of course you will
cause all ya’ll know
i ain’t paying sh-t
i’m broke as f-ck
plus as much
as i’d love
to see us hug
and get it
back together
to close these wounds
you can take that sh-t
with a grain of salt
cause it’s coming
from the same one
that broke us up/

(chorus)

- itsyaboih2

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