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letra de somedayy - king of the mics

[verse 1: babyy jester]
woah, woah, better pick up the pen
imma go, go, no more holding back
if you don’t know i’m the best of the best
if you think that i’m capping then speak with your chest
oh lord can you please let me rest
my backs sore and there’s a crank in my neck
i’m dead broke, got family that lost hope
same ones that always told me to rap
spitting and living you hit the limit i didn’t
you getting jealous cause you just ain’t me
oh sh-t
now you p-ssed
cause you missed your opportunity
to make something different potentially
with some heat but ya didn’t
if i gеt to go to heaven imma talk to uncle eddiе
tell him all the sh-t that he probably knew already
tell the big man about cabelas selling sketti
that’s an inside joke, only jojo gonna get it
i don’t wanna be a rapper if i don’t get the gold
i wanna compensate my mama for the black and the blue
i wanna be the motherf-cker who is feeding the crew
i told you motherf-ckers “i just do what i do”
if you think you’d better than whoopity whoop
cause i’m here and you ain’t and there’s not enough room
if you’re tryna steal a page
you better steal the whole book
2025 is gonna be the year that i rule
[verse 2: manic]
somedays all they bring is praise
now all i’m getting is hate
they didn’t even write the verse now i’m taking charge
showing what i can make
in my hands like a soldier that’s why i keep the ak
keep my name on the weapon like kalashnikov
when they hear me coming
that’s when they take off
make you kneel neil like i’m armstrong
if you’re stephen curry, i’m mj the way i do the moonwalk
that’s why i let them talk
but they never walk the walk
that’s why i let them talk
but they never walk the walk
you getting schooled but i ain’t scholar
got your best friend tryna give me a holler

[verse 3: manic]
take your whole flow
make it bigger than you ever have had it
you talk sh-t that’s crazy but have manic added
going after non-rappers like a boxer
but your career is padded
that’s why when i’m rapping, i lit the matches
yeah i shadow box
stay in my shadow
that’s where you have your second thoughts
[verse 4: spooks]
said i start drama but you the one who fired first
steady making disses because beef is your thirsty
i don’t give a sh-t about them, don’t care if they live or die
speaking on the views when your numbers ain’t getting high
diss tracks, that’s the only time you’re willing to do a verse
cuz when you puttin’ music out, it remains unheard
once i k!ll him on the beat you won’t see no king in his name
irrelevant, you ain’t gon make it to the hall of fame
21 b-tches and none of em a savage
hearing they songs and none of em average
hearing the dissing and they ain’t challenge
walking a path, you know i’ve been traveling
spending these years, still got no degree
blurry vision, you know i can’t see
locked in a cell so i look for the key
shoutout to manic, you know that’s a g

- king of the mics

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