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letra de £¥e of gød - kidddalegend

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[verse 1] (00:11)
i as in me, myself and who else?/
put my back to the wall, but love thyself/
got hands on a bike with no handle bars/
got a handle on the pen when i deliver bars/
silhouettes of shadows, demons haunt the shallow/
trynna learn how to pick a fight and fight that battle/
only whipped to the hustle, never to any labels/
only whipped to real love, no promiscuous ladies/
alimony is “all i’s money”, no half on the table/
aristocracy is a dream made match for america/
oligarchies become formed off of heroin and war drugs/
seen the course that it’s taken, trafficking ain’t enough/
we need more bodies, more oil, more terrorism/
more paper dollars, so these countries meet the perils/
you see the currency is currently the currents you seek/
i’ve been advised, not the box, but the spectrum inside/
that the currency is currently as worthless apparently/
as two pennies with some lint in between/
god bless amerikkka is what you really mean/
waitin’ on the second coming, hopin’ jesus intervenes/
and that’s a long, long time coming/
100-meter dash, i can see illuminati runnin’/
this sh-t right here, my eye goin’ on its 4th year/
bow flex ya girl, do about ten right here/
messin’ with the type that’s un-f-ck-withable/
basically untouchable, might be a dravidian/
most likely a winner and less likely a litigant/
i’m serious, without the xm/
the world’s a cold war, f-ck a best friend/
what happens when you watch television/
because all they do is tell you and you listen/
i deal with non fiction, don’t get it twisted/
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but love never fails, for justice shall prevail/

[hook] (01:29)
in the eye of god/
mentally stacked 7-feet tall/
i’m lyrically k!llin’ you all/
bodybags stacked on the wall/
coroners pannin’ the block/
5-0 on the property from atop/
hands on the wheel, while i drop the top/
that i never got, my only shot/
chase the fame but won’t sh-t change/
wastin’ dollars on a high range/
i already seen it all/

[verse 2] (01:47)
the end is nigh but n-ggas is too high/
everybody got a connect, a plug or some guy/
can’t tell the difference between a snake and a fly/
one listens in and then plots on your dividends/
the other listens in, then them boys at yo’ residence/
a n-gga got them feather friends, fly away when sh-t get thick/
be the first ones to tell you that they down with the sh-t/
be the first ones gone when it’s time to split/
be the same ones in court when found who snitched/
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- kidddalegend

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