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letra de still the same - jay uf

[hook]

still the same and i am k!llin’ it with my pen
this feelin’ i’m creatin’ every time i got the mic
is never ever changin’ not a day here in my life
and people feel the high when i just make another rhyme, yeah

[verse 1]

growin’ up i always liked the type of beat like these
a darker deeds, world vibes when i would seek my dream
yeah i’d write it down, repeat ’till my technique’s quite clean
then had the older rappers tellin’ me i just might be
the best thing they’d ever seen, no one was fresh like me
so instead of f-ckin’ talkin’ just go fetch my speed
i didn’t need sh-t on the d, i have the [?] for that
i made them weaken at the knees when i would start up a rap
it’s kinda funny thinkin’ back how i just had that charm
no social media, just good old fashion rap those bars
i mean, talkin’ ’bout my sheen, my lyrics were so clean
chillin’, smokin’ on my weed and never heard no seed
freestyle a lot of sh-t, right after dark in the parks
choppin’ the buds, [?] we’d hit the tunnel with drugs
and it never really changed ’till we got older and sh-t
except for drugs, f-ck, it really got a hold of us kids, yeah
we were troubled from the start, it’s like the only thing we loved
and then it helped escape depression when we were high there with the buzz
so then we’re slowly f-ckin’ losin’ it, denyin’ that we’re usin’ it
abusin’ it, but whose the kids that stuck it with the music sh-t?
it was us and f-ck me, look at where we’re at now
the ones that called us junkies would then fade into the background
so suck sh-t, eat a d-ck, i don’t need to work and sh-t
we’re the livin’ proof that you don’t need to be a perfect kid

[hook]

[verse 2]

you heard a little bit about it, back in story of mine
when we were gettin’ chased by piggies, runnin’ mucks all the time
yeah i miss when we were kids, i wish that i could rewind
i know i can’t but i can always be a part of my rhymes
and kers will tell you that he misses it too
from rockin’ flannos, back in cambo, bein’ rambo, every mission we’d do
and tease it with the good old drummies
empty stomach with the munchies
it’s funny thinkin’ back how much you loved it when you’re hungry
wow, where the f-ck did time go, from droppin’ out of high school
to standin’ on a stage with kers and rates, rockin’ a live show
second alb-m out now, now tell me who can f-ck with this
after hearin’ this, some rappers probably will go and cut their wrist
’cause honestly, the level i’m on
is like the total opposite ’cause i’m a h-ll of a god
it’s jay-dee or jay uf, f-ck it yo, i’ll save my breath
people know the name as soon as they hear me go and flay my text
every time i step up the the microphone i own it yes
that’s the reason why these people buy it and i hold my cheques
and if i ever change the way that f-ckin’ i am
that’s the day i’ll lose my soul like i’m desertin’ my fans
but fat chance, f-ck that, my life is in this rap man
still tell a feminist to cook a feed, to give a lap dance
still tell a pig to suck a d-ck, still dressin’ like a chat yeah
fell out of love with music but i’ll always end up back there

[hook]

- jay uf

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