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letra de be iv. opening - leland charles

(intro: nick naught)
you see baby
the almighty
him know what him a do
all when lighting and thunder a gwan
ya have to hold it no let go
the calm before the storm
this happen before

(verse: leland charles)
let me talk to god quick
before the grammy nods hit
flights out is private
like jigga back in ’96
but i ain’t treat the music like a side chick
intro got me pillow talking
while i’m talkin’ my sh-t
saved some feathers, say some fly sh-t
smoke never wise like la kid
this ace on the stretcher saying i did
being honest it was over when i seen negus from highbridge
in dyckman playing “this is my sh-t”
club going crazy like a mosh pit
now anything can be accomplished
trynna die rich
they say it’s a problem adjusting
is it really that?
or will the bread start to get to me like celiac
when the women who dubbed me start to feel me back
is my success gonna bring that kid that used to go to philly back
or turn me to that martin shkreli cat?
when the politics got me asking is this really rap
will i overcome it and bring the feeling back
or collapse?
i ain’t one of those cats sleeping on the bread trynna play the shelf
i’m in my bag
ringed up
end of conveyor belt
eyeing paul mccartney mad at michael in the 80s wealth
showing them whose bad without clive davis help
allegory of the cave itself
let there be light
the world ain’t gon save itself
but i’m making something that i pray can help
like marty in the polaroid talking to my faded self
i don’t even know if i can save myself
that don’t mean play yourself
still dope enough for them to waive the belt
y’all interim negus pander like clinton’s n-gga
just money, b-tches and clipping negus
all these subjects but no predicates no sentence n-gga
but i tell the future like simpsons figure they soon lynch a n-gga
the devil is kipling in the
jungle i’m from
out here black lives never mattered
stomach full from eating death avra kedavra
when the police shooting and the brains scatter
like we just entertainment and data
to be sold
3/5s of a whole
like we ain’t got no souls
they just try to make us fold
with homes torn by bullet holes
street full of p-ss and the liquor
candlelight vigils like we miss you, my n-gga
be gutter and take a sip of the picture
when i saw the 40 on 40th thinking 40 might miss me, my n-gga
still got 120 ways to show you why i’m different my n-gga
sun d’evils eclipsing a n-gga
gotta let go of the hate for yourself and itself
imprisoned by a jail you made for yourself
guarding the system like you get paid for the cell
ignoring all these gerou’s in the house
signing souls for the clout
the miranda reading before i get off with reasonable doubt and
double jeopardy
and i’m out

this is be iv

- leland charles

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