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letra de gdgy freestyle - kenneth callier

{intro: mom}
i like it better with the music in the background

yeah
and we back
… and we back

[verse: kenneth callier]
my iq is like a thousand and five
swear i could see into the future if you clouded my eyes
n’ if they say they don’t like me, they’re really proud of my ties
i mean i made you the wings; it’s just too crowded to fly
so tell me… ‘round what time do the sun go down?
and if we burn to an ash, do everyone else drown?
or if you: make it through the flash, are you afforded thе crown?
my third eye so open, it’s likе i boarded the ground
(yeah)
oh you surprised how n-ggas be scrutinized
by women wit’ two facades, i’m trippin’ i’m too revised
i coul’ see it in her eyes, dreams biggie, she hypnotized
but do that mean he gotta die in the hopes that you feel alive?
in a second i’ll tell the truth on a lie
so please: get on ya knees and praise the roof to allah
this god, b-tch do somethin’: make it shoot for the stars
instead of b-tchin’ in demise and blamin’ jupiter’s rise
the ever-so-talented mr. ripley
takin’ all of his feelings and puttin’ it on a stickie
i’m juggin, i hope you get me, his thoughts crooked like gigi
cops come: get you white-lined-up like you was whitney
“oh kenny, you ain’t from the hood like that”
“we know you n-gga, you grew up by where the good guys at”
“collar pressed: preppy n-gga wit’ the hood tied back”
“ya street cred is bout as wicked as the good-guy rap”
well i drink, to master (mask the) pain: i think, after the game
we blink… wasn’t the same: the deposition to blame
you sink… into a frame: now picture goin’ insane
you can kodak the frame or sugarcoat the name
you was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
you was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
trigger the ‘purple rain’, triple white vera w-ng
you tried to make change, but you like to mirror pain huh?
end of the storm; you like the window pain
the lightening wit’ no rain: you might just go insane
what the bloodclot, b-tch, it’s ice stuck in yo’ veins
f-ck a mugshot fit: this 90’s helmut lang
she said if you don’t wanna see me stress
then see me less; cuz i don’t need to be depressed
you ain’t no suit. b-tch… you don’t need to be this pressed
to take shots at my chest: you don’t see this vest?
so now it’s… ibuprofen and tylenol
sh-t now i’m involved: it’s a small world after all
after all of the… binge drinking and alcohol
sh-t now i’m appalled: a celebratory mazel tov
mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
me n’ this b-tch been indirectly havin’ dialogue

- kenneth callier

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