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letra de robes 7.20.19 (madlib remix) - kingmidas

[verse 1]

i’m casting off all the bad resolve
like all the slackers that’s acting hard
b-tch, i’m after y’all
i half admit i been packing bombs to get p-ssed your walls
but walls you built ain’t the hands of god
b-tch, they have to fall
cast them off
can’t p-ss baton i slap the frauds with
rapping hardly honest but all you rappers is fraudulent
packing all this on me is honestly just exhausting
started asher roth
evolved to action bronson
you want charge?
i spar and spark conflict
sneakers off, walking j-panese on my carpet
teach you some’, talk and hit my weed
y’all exulted
peace and love not gon’ k!ll the beast till y’all want it
it beats you dumb
when they hear you breathe
their piece eat you up
so either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah

[verse 2]

sometimes i’d rather mack with two bottles of pinot
than falsely give off the notion my people been suppressing my ego
and mama told me that evil always over your earlobe
so i hear them speak on dinero
then dispose like a hero
my sh-t always been premo
but still it’s “f-ck a grammy”
the mission’s cl-ss and family
jumped out the rocket and seen my star in my spot
i’m gon’ lock it in so they actually happy
i don’t let xans relax me
i put m madness p-ssed me
or at least on the back burner to rap murder
the trash make me take tracks further than nat turner
am-ssed all of these raps working my -ss certain
imma p-ss herds of you rappers swerving and crash burning
facts

[verse 3]

call it picaro
how i steal the show
like on “piccolo”
i’m in the zone
then i hit sh-t home
they wan’ get the rope
twist the hole
have it fit my dome
n-ggas stupid
use a different flow
something you ain’t used to
sh-t ain’t difficult
been a joke, but it bumps though
till we hear about the hundredth time you in a gun store
or your money
or you wore the clothes your brother plug stole
till it’s funny n-ggas zoe you for another plus phone
on the bus home
f-ck it though
cutthroat n-ggas love strolls
hope ain’t something n-ggas just hand out
unless the timing perfect ain’t no such thing as planned clout
don’t stand down
it’s your decision to stand out or max doubt
n-ggas is b-tches, they p-ss out the last round
hands out for the cowards
i manned out the hours
still hope that you understand i practiced p-ssed my prowess
still wanna be the man that my parents actually proud of
still wanna be they power
wouldn’t be here without them
so how come i shouldn’t outrun
anyone before like malcolm
understand the outcome
i’m allowing really ’bout them

- kingmidas

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