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letra de life - jaylyn holt

new kung fu kenny
ain’t n0body prayin’ for me
y’all know, what happens on earth stays on earth
here we go!
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a, i don’t give a, i don’t give a f-ck
i’m willin’ to die for this sh-t
i done cried for this sh-t, might take a life for this sh-t
put the bible down and go eye for an eye for this sh-t
d.o.t. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this sh-t, ay
i been stomped out in front of my mama
my daddy commissary made it to commas
b-tch, all my grandmas dead
so ain’t n0body prayin’ for me, i’m on your head, ay
thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
auntie on my telegram, like, “be cautious!”
i be hangin’ out at tam’s, i be on stockton
i don’t do it for the ‘gram, i do it for compton
i’m willin’ to die for this sh-t, n-gga
i’ll take your f-ckin’ life for this sh-t, n-gga
we ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
that’s why you maney–ss rap n-ggas better know
if i gotta slap a p-ssy–ss n-gga, i’ma make it look s-xy
if i gotta go hard on a b-tch, i’ma make it look s-xy
i pull up, hop out, air out, made it look s-xy
they won’t take me out my element
nah, take me out my element
i’m allergic to a b-tch n-gga, ay
an imaginary rich n-gga, ay
seven figures hold that slimmer than my b-tch figure, ay
goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ay
bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ay
we okay, we let the a1 fly
relocate, jump on the same g5
checkin’ for me heavy ’cause i go yeah, i go yeah
they never been ready—yeah, i know yeah, know yeah
100k spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
none of y’all f-ckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
i got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
you know this’ll never be a tie, just look at they laces
you know careers take off, just gotta be patient
mr. one through five, that’s the only logic
fake my death, go to cuba, that’s the only option
if i gotta slap a p-ssy–ss n-gga, i’ma make it look s-xy
if i gotta go hard on a b-tch, i’ma make it look s-xy
i pull up, hop out, air out, made it look s-xy
they won’t take me out my element
nah, take me out my element
d-mned if i do, if i don’t
godd-mn us all if you won’t
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, it’s a godd-mn shame
you ain’t frontline, get out the godd-mn way
n-ggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
n-ggas thought that k-dot real life
was the same life they see on tv, huh?
n-ggas wanna flex on me and be in l.a. for free, huh?
next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
’cause most of y’all ain’t real
most of y’all gon’ squeal
most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you k!lled
most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
just say his name and i promise that you’ll see candyman
because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
last lp i tried to lift the black artists
but it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists
if i gotta slap a p-ssy–ss n-gga, i’ma make it look s-xy
(it’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the kid capri)
if i gotta go hard on a b-tch, i’ma make it look s-xy
i pull up, hop out, air out, made it look s-xy
they won’t take me out my element
nah, take me out my element

- jaylyn holt

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