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letra de russian doll - lord sko

[verse1:]
harder then city i was bleeding cement
i breathe the air this filled up with regret this second hand
the bezzle hand they’re steady they tested the better man, the metal stamp and said the i’m blessed. i set up plans something i’m make hungry on the way home only fed up in corner stores open until the morning i heard the morning
the demons i wasn’t heathen with torches. i’m eager for the preceding. i see the seat didn’t ignore it. i keep a seat for him. for him. because people keep with exalting supreme when they come to knowledge,i treat it like it’s boring. but see, they go read the coffin the thoughts to defeat when they team explore it. sh-t ain’t sleeping a week till i see my peak of performance i dream when i’m conscience
watch the streets exceeding with confidence peace to guy to i’m rocking with beats the army anonymous
the chase, the dollar bills constant we live a vicious cycle
my og gave me a play for the win like philip michael was still the child
my spinning man must hit this bible hit the shot
no, you miss a lot, but you win the title
some bitter rivals escaped my margins
this and survival y’all motherf-ckers is really some jokes at the i didn’t smile
about a half an ounce of weed in these baggy jeans had a better dream
tennessee’s got me out of reach
trying to have my piece of at least trying to have a piece
never cut me out cut your mouth if you rather speak
i leave him on they laugh they learn
sometimes my boys can get the best of me
i have to admit i’m scientific
can’t you see the way the atoms are split? i’m hiding. mr. fathi would survive like magical trick
having visions, hieroglyphics, off of the acid i trip
black belt with a m. i never practiced the chip on a practice
this. i will be passing them quick and that’s the finish lin
you lasting? only catch my drift, motherf-cker
i really keep a couple of b-tter. i say, what’s up to my brother?
we just be doubling up. it’s like, god d-mn
and i ain’t really trust no other. i still be talking the money
y’all hustle under the cover. it’s on hand
and they don’t understand what you got to do
saw the sun rise with a plane got a lot to prove
a lot of p-ssies on the block got a lot to move
don’t try to step in my shoes i know you’re not a tune
[verse 2:]
arrival of the most spectacular one
and i don’t even rap it just let my vernacular run
my homie did a bit in attica for packing a gun
that’s not to sound all too familiar, like relapsing a drug
i’m sitting pretty calmly stacking the fund
smoke so much they thought i’m out here trying to blacken a lung
in fact, i was young. my habits under drastic and stuff
was really wilding on the artist or the acid. it sucked
now you can’t get where i’m at move like the traffic is stuck
i know i talk a lot of sh-t, but i’d be backing it up
lacking the trust already seen them cats eat enough
i try to tell myself my time in the passing
it’s done to make it here you got to face your fear and catch me run
y’all chasing clout, man ain’t like the way that caption was spun
i won’t react, but if you drag it, then what’s happening, son?
so cut the chatting cause i’m really ’bout that action
what’s up? and now remember captain sour out the purple bags
i bet the cat will shoot the arrow at an hourglass
we new de niro in the barrel gotta count it fast
don’t like to stare at chicks but then she got a fatter ass
never fighting fair and param in the cataracs
be like a viking doing damage with a battle axe
standing in cyphers get embarrassed if i’m rappin last
that’s worth the yams are some comparisons
i had to pass the last the straw on the camel’s back
you man was talking disrespectful. how we handle that
they keep my brody pack melt you like some candle wax
the devil looked me in the face. you bet i’m staring back
i cherry picked the fahrenheit and never shed a stack. i’m very quick, like jerry rice with a montana catch
so picture perfect. they might even see the camera flash
for rappers up into thin air like this. apparent acts
i’m with my twin. we taking over like the parent trap
the snaring hat, the punctuation in my paragraph
the staring catch they all spend without a cabotaje
it’s still plenty for my grandkids to inherit habitat
yeah, i’m building this sh-t up, man. stop playing around

give it up. i swear i’m really trying to f-ck up the game and making sure that everything i got is something to claim. only time i seen a needle drop with drugs in the vein. so i’ll be waiting on a comfortable change one of these days. paranoid lack of trust is to blame. coming from pain. got all this weight on my shoulders. but i’m just under my chain

- lord sko

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