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letra de traces of death freestyle - joel sieradzan

[intro]
yes, woah, woah, woah, okay, okay, okay
yeah, look

[intro]
i don’t got respect for none of you hoes
and i don’t mean women i’m talking bout those
motherf-ckers thinking they really gon blow
while putting out sh-t that i wrote in my phone
when i was like twelve, that sh-t’s funny to me like
funny as h-ll like how don’t y’all know that n0body
likes it, you get the streams, it’s just outta pity but
f-ck it bro, go off, yea go off, go crazy, i can go so
shady, and a label’s still yet to pay me, just imagine
when i’m getting cash just to spit on these tracks and
i’ve filled up the ac’, with b-tches in the back to thе
front, spectacular fun we is having, amazing ain’t it
i just keep imagining life with thе brightest ascent
rightfully sent her on a flight to my pent, cause i’m
finna need her for the night, she can spend five nights
if she gon let me inside her and then fight me cause i
like a good spiteful event, die for this sh-t, i’m spitting
these rhymes ’til i’m dead, i really think i’m bringing my
mic the end, yeah, which might be sooner than later cause
they don’t like me defending michael again, but i couldn’t
care less b-tch, if strife’s what i get for speaking the truth
then come snipe me i guess, right in the chest, all of y’all
b-tches, scared to speak up when called on your business
answer the question don’t duck it and dodge it, f-cking
busted though see, i’m up and i’m watching
[bridge]
i got you right where i want you, good cop bad cop
which one will punch you? i got you interrogated
how long until you admit it and come through
i got you right where i want you, bad cop bad cop
which one will punch you? i got you interrogated
how long until you admit it and come through

[verse 2]
just admit the sh-t already i’m a little petty, it’s a b-tch
i get it, hit the switch and then it’s intermission ready just
a small incision beginning from any angle but i’ll start at
the spine, traces of death sh-t, then your heart and your eyes
placing the bets with me and not supervised basically
says that you don’t want to survive
motherf-cker i go so hard, flows a godlike flow and you’re
so subpar, couldn’t run a dope bar if you opened a pub up
with free hoes and a chauffeur car, hope is all you got and
if you lose that, you might as well get gone to the closet store
hand your resume in and just hope they call, i’m smoking all
you bums and i’m only starting motherf-cker
i am, as i write this i got ten dollars in bank, two weeks ’til
i get paid again, then back to ten after i pay the rent
for christmas my family’s getting eight percent of the sh-t
they got me and it pains me man, i might have to steal sh-t
from they places then re-wrap the sh-t bruh, like this take i did (true story)
godd-mn that took a left turn, i’m just tryna say that i’ll cook
’til it burns, i ain’t giving up with this sh-t, i’ma keep on spitting
’til i’m paid and my bookings is spersed, one day you’ll look
at this verse and say he was ill from get go, how is that so?
well, in fact i’ve just been immersed in this sh-t back when
i was a rookie ass nerd
[outro]
and i ain’t ever gon stop (nope)
i will never get enough (nope)
i’ma be here when it’s tough and overcome sh-t
i’ll never give up (nope)
i’ma be the greatest out (yes)
i’ma be the player now (yes)
never take a shady route and every doubt
i’ma turn it to power (yes)
yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah

- joel sieradzan

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