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letra de my steez - londo

[chorus]
i can rap till the end of me
but i can’t be no puppet in this industry
them white collars ain’t no friend to me
them blue collars ain’t either they pure evil

[verse 1]
it’s pandemonium, how i’m the top master of ceremonials
n—-s faces bitter they should probably watch they sodium
sit here and play my cards right the whole table folding ‘em
my sh-t dynamite, could consider it napoleon
ready for the ride pull the lever krunk we diving into sectors of my mind a shrink can’t expect to find
you’ll never recognize the punchlines in disguise
need g*nius annotations to get it like study guides
i got, the world inna hinge imma close it and lock it
the way i’m on necks i’m supposedly a locket
londo you a prophet, nah man stop it
just waiting for my time tick tocking
it’s climbing, bringing out the sun changing climate
because of what i punt i see a bunch of co-signing
fast women want rings, save they number as sonic
still gon’ three-peat and repeat till no more frol!cking in mud for me

[chorus]
yea i can rap till the end of me
but i can’t be no puppet in this industry
them white collars ain’t no friend to me
(nah nah nah nah nah)
them blue collars ain’t either they pure evil

[verse 2]
sh-t you ever wonder why, these lyrics fire
i lay em off on tracks they get off like wrist slaps from the cops for white kids
and that was never our experience, always picking bones that’s why b-tches be they synonym
no i don’t condone the message coming from they dentures
made a falsified image l houdini no gimmick
rather an alchemist, cooking up what is figment
them boys ain’t up to par they just a sorcerers apprentice
sinister my description raise the hair on they arms
‘cus b-tch i move crowds like a fire alarm
imma maverick, not only cus my potential to ball
my horse power cause paralysis leave my haters in awe
chomp on these chumps, liable to be lector
pacify the camaraderie bringing forth a wreckage
i reckon damage control can’t handle
hold candles and pray upon my dismantle
and ridicule every stanza cus

[chorus]
i can rap till the end of me
but i can’t be no puppet in this industry
them white collars ain’t no friend to me
(they enemies)
them blue collars ain’t either they pure evil

i can rap till the end of

- londo

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