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letra de jay p the barbaric - rappertag #16 | season 2 - jay p the barbaric

[intro]
yeah, yeah
what’s good?
shoutout 60 for this sh-t
shoutout indigo for the tag (barbarian)
bah, bah, bah
if you ain’t know me, you’re ’bout to, let’s f-ckin’ go
ayy
rargh
yeah

[verse 1]
young boy from the block, never thought i would make it
now they hatin’ ’cause i’m standin’ at the f-ckin’ top
never spoke to god, but i seen the devil
sittin’ in the corner, turn everyone i love to puffin’ rock
yeah, it is what it is, you think i’m takin’ the p-ss?
i’ll give you a glimpse, come see how i lived
when i was six, sleepin’ on the floor, no food in my crib
when i was seven, prayed to heaven, but the sh-t don’t exist
what you know about holdin’ it down for your little sis?
’cause your daddy wasn’t there, out gettin’ a fix
now she out on the road, no hope, doin’ the same sh-t
movin’ home to home, yeah, that’s how we live
been depressed, been a bitter mess from sh-t i ingest
my inner stress got me thinkin’ i should jump off this edge
my inner demons got me bleedin’, always stay in my head
i’m sick of screamin’, always grievin’ till they lay me to rest
lay in my bed, heartbroken, tryna cope with the stress
it’s hard to stay focused, feelin’ like i’m chokin’ again
my brain numb like i’m huskii sippin’ potions again
i never pose or pretend, shout out flowz ’cause when i flip it’s lights out
like an opium den, what you know about
flippin’ packs to pay for the rent, cold winters
cold dinners got me thinkin’ i am better dead
no role models just whole bottles of johnnie red
feel the aftershock, when the shotty pop, my body tense
prayin’ to my homie at night, but, bro, i’m probably next
sick of all these c-nts sleepin’ on me like they forget they rest
this time next year, promise you gonna cut a check
came from the dark, blade in my palm, hate in my heart
kinda f-cked up from these days in my past
i still keep it real street smart, but never came to the class
i was dividin’ the pile while you were blazin’ the shard
yeah, never met a b-tch look as pretty as a blade did
late night urchin searchin’ for they savings
the type to f-ck you up, leave your whole skull caved in
the type to run amok with a mask just like i’m jason
prayin’ to god, but ain’t n0body talkin’ back
so i hold the pack, sell it for more than what i got it, lad
been to h-ll and back, still swingin’ like i’m vinny paz
burn this sh-t down like a motherf-ckin’ ciggy pack
[outro]
yeah, yeah
shadow, you’re up next
bah, bah, bah

- jay p the barbaric

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