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letra de conspiring - jay k

[intro: unknown sample]
lisa is subject to delusions of hostility and believes that she has many enemies who are conspiring against her

[verse 1: jayk]
uh!
conspiring against the odds
“g” up in my airpods
hiding from you b-tches i can see right through your flaws
got me, but no cause
and i follow all the laws
like i’m track eight i might need some stopping take a pause
pausin’ in the beat
remind me who’s elite?
i take you petty b-tches and put you under my cleats
i got room come take a seat
i got your b-tch on my meat
i’m ballin’ like a three-peat
got riches building in the streets
uh!
i said i got riches buildin’ up i don’t think no one can top it
i got b-tchеs on me i wanna tell ’em just to stop it
hidin’ in thе dark from your side, i feel like robin
run up and pop it, clock in
feel like i’m top ten
the way i’m treatin’ these bars is like a penitentiary
i feel like i’ve been with this b-tch for more than just a century
i don’t f-ck wit’ my friends, so why you think i like my enemies?
i know my sh-t was bad that’s the joke so just stop tellin’ me
(nothing discouraged her)
fluorescent is the best out since tde and top dawg
or even dreamville cuz jid been going nonstop
feel like a groundhog
how i shelter from these knock-offs
now watch me pop off
like these bars i’ll hand you raw, dawg
my first album dropped off i feel like y’all can’t even be safe
i’ll f-ck you up and slash your eye, leave you like you were maeve
i walk down these long roads or new shoes like these that i’m gonna pave
run up a check, i’ll leave you trippin’
leave you in a haze
[verse 2: jayk]
i said stop talking sh-t when you got nothin’ to back it up
i’ll grab your girl, she shakin’ ass like they bumpin’ cardi at the club
on me, i got like two bands and that’s about it
my bad for lyin’ to you, but, on god, she want my kids
after writin’ this verse i feel like ooh this sh-t might be it
the one that get me out from livin’ it up in my parent’s crib
i never liked talkin’ about my come-up in all my songs
cuz i live it up in the suburbs and i don’t got long

[outro: 911, woman]
whats the problem ma’am?
[?] some guy…is uh…checkin’ the place out
how?
well, [?] i live in an apartment in the back, and he said he was lookin’ for a guy, he comes to my door with…
ahhhh!
ahhhh!
oh no!
(shortii!)

- jay k

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