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letra de homicide - single - jet grover, javydade, yj, bleeze, mac andrew

intro

make them competition — i dont see em..
i don’t hate em
i don’t fear em
i don’t really feel em

javydade
–
i’m getting better by the minute competition trippin
this rap sh-t is getting boring, i might switch the language…
y tu rapero favorito lo aprendo en un philly
tengo mercancia siendo pita to’o día in phoenix
i’m keeping it og
you just a remix
and i got your shorty calling me g*nius
i’m smoking on venus
and i told the mic nothin coming between us
tryin to fill arenas
i could tell ya label fallin’ to pieces
yeah, that’s my thesis..
i’m a different species

ey…
b-tch, i don’t really wanna link up!
she told me that she loved me, had to tell her that was enough
i haven’t met a single soul that has gained all my trust—
yeah, i’m married to the game, for the longest i’m cuffed
yeah. yeah
hard for me to get a time of day:
phone calls from dubai, i need a private plane
sorry, mami, esta vez se va solito dade
i know it’s hard to understand porque no tomo break

jet grover
–
he don’t take no breaks and i don’t take no days off!
homie wanna play? well, f-ck it, then, it’s, “play ball!”
show up to your funeral with 30 ars—
don’t tell me to chill now, you da one who checked ball [with] monstars!
i need me a three-some with two p-rnstars in foreign cars
i just move like this, baby, it’s natural, ain’t showing off
lately, all these n-ggas out here feminine, “what’s goin on?”
feeling like i’m putin, b-tch, don’t play with me, i’m goin off!
pull up like i’m bond, bet i’m on dat!
catalogue, encyclopedia, all facts!
should you drop it, [we] treat it like a doormat
we be stoppin mothaf-ckas out, we know we all cap[tains}
i be at your door, play with my money?
i don’t find sh-t funny
i be grumpy
pull up dumpin
if she a chicken, she be clucking–
if they open i be chugging
he a duck! i see him ducking! fa!

yj
–
i see em ducking while they running
if they really want the beef
then bring the sk!llet, and i’ll cook it up
i say
‘show me my opponent..’
10 rounds in the ring, swear to god we going up
ey

i live in the moment
i need it right now
can’t wait to tomorrow
i’m countin us all. —
i gotta make sure that my mom got a house
i need a 100 milly in my bank account
and what the f-ck is you talking about?
only one goal : to take mom and bros and the family straight up out of the drought
i took a different route
ain’t do sh-t for clout
what you talking about?
we from the south–
boy you’ll get stomped out
if you actin out
i’m blacking out…
if you want the smoke just like a black and mild….
()

okay im backing out
trying to go toe for toe
now i see you backing out
that’s my old flow
boy, i did it, you could have it now
that’s my old hoe, i already hit it —
you could wife it now:
i just leave the crumbs for the birds time the chirping. —
she still chant my name like mvp
i’m focused on payroll— adp
i ain’t nothin like them other n-ggas that you see
i’m always with the gang, to sit with us, we charge a fee

bleeze
–
he better stay low.  cause when you ten toes
what you say, goes
i can’t control my loose thoughts
masego..sh-t is bumping, now i’m gassed up
i’m on-the-go, b-tch!
got to set the tone, i ain’t talking bout a note switch…

“yj: gotta switch it, man– f-ck all dat older sh-t..”

ever since my team aged, it’s been for me not for one sec, –
i thought i dee
if that b-tch call me baby i treat her like donnie lay
how can i find the time to say i’m yours
when i stay in the studio
i’m really not engaged with it
this game is wrapped inside my hand
i’m breaking through the bracelet
this sh-t got figured out the moment i had to embrace— i’m lit like— dayum!
last year i made 100 racks, i didn’t need my flow
i don’t need n0body. i depend on me and my growth
can’t stop when i’m in attack mode, team lookin like the splash bros
it’s green if they wanna act wrong, any beef never been a hassle
before i slid all my raps, i slid ebt
haters want me talking back
they dyin to see me reach
i live way to sucka free, don’t need no bet
and yo b-tch know i love her head, i’m too add

make them competition — i dont see em..
i don’t hate em
i don’t fear em
i don’t really feel em

- jet grover javydade yj bleeze mac andrew

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