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letra de the message - l-$teel

verse 1(l-$teel)
i treat my peace of mind like a basic need, every single chance that comes my way i cherish it
f-ck the cheddar please, set up a silohoutte moment with one of my tinder tings or buy gifts for my sibling(s) kids; addicted to bliss, got me trapped in weird relationships-same excuses as i light up a spliff
mary janes and jezebels choking my second chakra,but whats expected when there’s no love on thesе streets, from pluggin’ to this,look like a well off background am from i mean wе try to perform!!its not what it seems-some i know too delusional nostalgia turned them to lost souls
jus not who we was, before i mean whats so hard to accept at some point you gotta move on, living a lie while searching for the truth, no saviour gon come knocking at your door
thing with ambition you cannot have it all, theres food on your plate but you glaring at my bones,couldn’t take it slow now uclers start to form-‘’by 25 i should be this” that sh-t’s k!llin’ the youth!!
si buli alemerako nti ya yitamu, consider other options va mwebyo byolimu, nga tonafuuka nga omusama eya silanila ku kyeeyo now he afraid to come back cz he said alot of sh-t….my definition of maalo,some friends turned right after they got they first job, mbu ”your network is your networth’’ b-ll-cks!! ain’t much has changed with you except from getting more clothes!!
not a hobby to diss but most of this sh-t finds a way to p-ss me off,cz all we do is lose ourselves in things that dont matter at all,then begin to fuss when our prayer requests are ignored by god, have you stopped to think what if that your chasing is not what you really want n-gga

verse2(mufasa)
nyingide mu kibuga silinamu yadde eso, ebyakabi mbilabisa maso, he looks suspicious tageenda gula laba agaaso, abo babi bakuno,mulabbe ebisoonso,but i dont mind the talk-o,nze nina ekilooto, ekilooto kyange kya kuzimba eyo bukoto,katonda yamanyi jenva ne jendaga
kyovolaba nkola nkola n0bwa street vendor
kanyimbe nyimba nga ykee benda
family yanvaamu nadala
oli brendah,naye baja komawo nga nzimbye hacienda

verse3(kavali king)

lemme reverse the beat,so my verse dont pass you, we living in the third world or is it past you,my baby think she late i ain’t talking bout curfew, but time is money-i need a loan for my n-ggas that sold out, and left me broke,left me woke
i hope they croak,in a cheap ass coat,but lemme sugar coat it, like am talking to a 9 year old who won’t see his dad again,cz life ain’t fair thats why it might seem like a n-gga dont care
how you through campus with no compass, am just saying, you got lost my guy but ain’t no finders, just the keepers, who echo your failures,till you can’t hear anything at your cross over hearing
cz when you drive through the valley of death
will you pick up that fine ass chic whos got stranded
i came in this life already branded, i hope my kids dont get stranded
cz if i steal this b-tch n dont get swallowed, look at your girl she ain’t yours if she diont swallow-sometimes it gets deep and somtimes its really just shallow

- l teel

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