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letra de s.o.b. story - leejoe-da-rapper

[intro: leejoe-da-rapper]
open your eyes
open your eyes
before he dies

[verse 1: leejoe-da-rapper]
open my eyes
get out of bed
keep ‘em set on the prize
brush the hair on my head
head out to school
today’s gonna be cool
i’m finally gonna stop being a fool
i’m finally gonna be acceptable to these tools
i’m not gonna hit the vape
i’m not gonna be a hero in a cape
i’m finally gonna come clean about my mixtape
i’m about to break the rules
and make all these f-ggots my pack mules
i p-ssed along some information
with an exclusive quotation
ready for my 15 minutes of fame rotation
and my ego and social status’s inflation
little did i know they’d treat me like i lived on a plantation
i released it and got ready for the celebration
i even made my own soundcloud artist station
people treating me like a spectacle
they’re about to look down at their t-st-cl-s
and start the m-st-rb-t–n
people start mockin’ me (you wussy)
imma hunt down they b-tch and put this c-ck in she (p-ssy)
after a week i go home with a noose
a glock, a tv playing music, and a clock
as i tighten it around my neck and throat
i look at my door and hear a knock and

verse 2: ca$h d
dude you’re the g.o.a.t
please come down from the rope
you don’t need to k!ll yourself
those f-ggots were just jokes
do not inhale their smoke
leejoe don’t need no cloak
your flow is dope
wash the sc-m off with soap

chorus: leejoe
tech n9ne
time to chop b-tch
time to chop b-tch
tech n9ne

verse 3: leejoe
oh no this can’t be happening
these f-ggots are yappin’ again
i’m just sitting here tappin’ my pen
maybe i’ll make it to tomorrow morning
next day:
time to chop b-tch
time to chop b-tch
on my way home on my bike
i see the same dyk-, on a hike
that’s the sh-t i don’t like
i don’t know if this song’ll even make it to the mic
i don’t use my privilege as a white
i’m in the tunnel i just wanna turn off the light
i might…

verse 4: ca$h d
say goodnight
the end’s in sight
go from a tree like a kite
go and remix biggums’ soundbytes
go and bash dyk-
go ahead and turn off the light
ride out in front of a truck on your bike
don’t make another mixtape, trash the mic
i put your head on a pike
you’re the f-cking laughingstock of our town
you little dumb-ss soundcloud clown

[interlude: leejoe-da-rapper]
open your eyes
time to chop b-tch
time to chop b-tch
tech n9ne
open your eyes
time to chop b-tch
tech n9ne
time to chop b-tch
time to chop b-tch
tech n9ne
time to chop b-tch
before he dies
tech n9ne

[outro: leejoe-da-rapper]
i did not grow up in the hood
but i can still chop
i did not steal to provide food
but i still got cops
i did not get shot
but i still got the cot, b-tch
here we go now, get it
i did not drop out of high school
but i’m still failin’
used to listen to waylon

- leejoe da rapper

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