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letra de green lantern corp. - jugo the god

[verse 1: fred e.t.]

hol up
dont hit my line!
can u help to the finish line
i dont need this shade
can u brighten my day
rain leave cause i need that shine
lunch lady hit my plate two times
6 feet if you eatin off mine
i don’t need that stress
we just need respect
ain’t growin then we ain’t the same kind
got a whole lot on my mind
life got me caught in a bind
i could easily turn my back f-ck that
i done came way too far now
cut the losses, count my blessings
lay it out until i go breathless
excel with effort to excellence
maybe then discover who frederick is
through the writer’s blocks, punch-in to clocks, this make or break, i face the chopping block
negus feel fly but that’s when they drop
get the green light then de-cide to stop
re-up with new negus that’s standin tall
new confidence in my confidants
persevere thru every fear and doubt
believe the bars i stand behind will guide me out

[verse 2: mag the artist]

i’m up in the mornin’ while y’all are still snorin’ cause sleep is for the weak b-tch/
gotta grind like a skater to stunt on my haters cause i ain’t bout that weak sh-t/
i look in the mirror like “you on the wall, please tell me who’s the realest king of them all”/
its answer is “why are you asking that question? there’s no compet-tion against you at all”/
my name needs a frame km the rap hall of fame/
don’t ball on you n-gga cause i don’t play games/
not born in the hood, not built for the cane/
but still carry weight for this dope that i slang/
comin straight from my brain/
i must be crazy/
light skinned n-gga with his hair all wavy/
maliq wasn’t sh-t, then i said that i spit, now i got hoes callin me baby?/
get off my d-ck on my j.cole sh-t/
i ain’t got time like my watch don’t tick/
it’s hard to get better when i know that i’m the best/
and these n-gga can’t write, i’m the only one left/
i’m a mental vet. k!llin b-tches/
even when i’m gone, know i’m not forgotten/
tryna get green like a f-ckin goblin/
imagine bruce wayne resort to robbin’/
n-gga, who gon stop him?/
who gon stop me?/
realest n-gga ever, yeah i’m undefeated/
and b-tch, if i said it, i f-ckin meant it/
mocking bird gon ‘head and tweet it/
talkin sh-t is just free promotion/
give me four years like mr. ocean/
and i’ll be on tv one way or another/
while you motherf-ckers just hear me burn rubber/

[verse 3: tarik j]

bell biv devoe, that’s poison, and i got the antidote
don’t let me catch these rappers on them cameras like amber cole
n-ggas done ran out of bars they recently just got paroled
tryna keep up with me you’ll have bad legs like derrick rose
and who wants to be like another man anyways?
when sh-t ain’t going good they just sit back and complain
n-ggas lacking backbones now like they invertebrates
f-ck being small minded little n-gga i’m heavyweight
and that explains the unexplainable behavior
i have they hearts racing when i’m on tracks no talledega
they stay in my face with all that jazz asking for derrick favors
but ion give none and ion think that they like it
i just stay on my hustle brodee maybe you should try it
how that boy got so much drive and he ain’t got no d-mn license?
cause i only wanna do sh-t one way and that’s my way
come out victorious and do it ariana grande

[verse 4: jugo the god]

i got the wrong bling on my ring
cause i’m mad that these n-ggas trying to undercut me
what i look like? a f-cking quarterback
trying to catch me out of pocket trying to force the p-ss
and i ain’t never been a n-gga to hold another back
trying to catch me outside like you tapping on my shoulder pads
oh you rap? everybody know you rap
but you just another soul of rap
meaning that you ain’t never gone be sh-t
can’t see my time cause i broke my wrist
can’t pay my fine give me one more notice
late. pay. due. pay
sorry i can’t
i just need to connect my spiritual to my mental and help me reach my potential
so it’s god willin imma break the ceiling
these n-ggas can’t try me
hoes wanna ride me
hoes wanna buy me
2k so i can’t play them just play my career
god willin imma make a million
n-ggas out here trying to snake a million
so you out here trying to change chameleon
but you move to slow so you
late! late!
i’m so d-mn great
carti flow hit em aye
money weed i need a drink
diamonds dripping like a sink
obsolete you got my cd
crossing lines there’s no more boundaries
feeling great feel like ali
now my ring is f-cking green
gone!

- jugo the god

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