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letra de nowhere2go! / c. suraci - kay phixips

[verse]
the rise and the fall of a god, my n-gga, just watch
i’ll die when i’m topping the charts
no need to go back and revise
verses be perfect as soon as they come out my mouth
been working on records all winter
diggs do the master like splinter
all of these things add on to my image
authentic, you witness, no games and no scrimmage with me
this sh-t is mostly just a business
i’ll show your b-tch what a d-ck is
she boutta get busy, try not to get shot like i’m 50
but that’s what they do in my city, just stay wit me, yah
don’t play with me, nah, boy i ain’t no clergyman
they try to skip me, i ain’t no advertisemеnt
corny lil n-ggas want beef then i’ll nourish them
real n-ggas rеppin my team, i’ll encourage them
dead to me, bury her, don’t give a f-ck
and sprint be the carrier, duck and i run from the cells
when all i was doing was smoking a blunt
it’s f-cking me up you can tell
n-ggas be talking bout bags
then talk about money they don’t really have
rags to riches won’t get criticism
the glamorized sh-t turns into a fad
de facto, n-gga get back, yo
most rappers money ain’t coming from rap
smart ones invest and see money come back though
label still probably gon be in they ass
amateur nah, an animal i am, i load in some ammo
you p-ssy, you lyin to me, i fire – annihilating all your team
popped barrel is smoking, homie rest in peace
calboy they gon envy me
sneakers be dirty from stepping on beats
no preacher was teaching me sh-t, it occured to me
n-gga, i’ll burn in h-ll for all my speech
but p-ssy be worth it, i fall in in peace
they wish i was back on that tayvion low
but the past is the past and you gotta let go
i know some things have gone out of control
but i go for the gold when i drive for the goal
everything hides something else, but are you true unto yourself?
some are only there to help if they improving on they wealth
see you dudes like movie screens, cause on the streets you act it out
yall get pelf, and youtube n-ggas keep it realer than you, help
oh my no, i’m lost like scrolls, make red dots on your body holes
i write in red, no holy ghost, but underline ya, no typo
what is it you know?
cause sh-t, i know that what i know is nothing
everybody feel a way bout kay, least y’all feeling something
oh, gotta go sign a deal, maybe so, i provoke you if you been fronting
whole lot to show for the dough, no no, but i do hope that i’ve been buzzing
just wait for shows i promise they are coming…
trouble that i’m seeing comes from up in my own brain
but i’m like what the f-ck you saying?
i don’t need you in my lane, bro
changing everything, i went from nothing to these things
because i go f-cking insane, but all my drama is from dames, yo
do-si-do on the pole, still got nowhere to go
ain’t saying much, but it’s sl!ck
i don’t need this sh-t as my content, what is this?
talking bout these women, often call em b-tch or f-cking hoe
well if the chick is a b-tch or a hoe then ima say it, yo
then i crowd float with my eyes closed
and the haze so strong that a n-gga rewired in his mind, yall
f-cking with this? you’re gonna get your brain melted
k!ll them mr. phillips
got no time for your discussion
b-tch, my dinner is production
have these n-ggas here for lunch then
make them break fast like jim johnson
n-gga, what the f-ck?
just a f-cker with some gall
got no back up plan at all, cause nothing else in life is fun
and i’ll say what the f-ck i want
drip that cigarette in cough medicine
chop screw this sh-t, add hums
feel like judas when i’m scoffing with friends
i drown in proof and i drip that rum
sh-t, i’m a recluse, i don’t see the sun
f-ck, what n-ggas be doing?
do it and influence music, told you but you misconstrued it
view it as something i screw with just to be scr-w-ng these groupies
rarely in love with these hoochies
nah but i do this sh-t cause this sh-t is the truest
form of my love, won’t abuse it, take a step back
then i’m unloading the vertical uzi, yah, yah, right in the park
patterson, baby, with benji i spark
gon cop my big bro one them b-tterfly cars
spit 92 bars, then mission abort
we hop out the van at baltimore’s port
you think you are big? well not anymore

who’s soon to be textin gianna dior, i’m god

- kay phixips

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