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letra de xxl what i do freestyle - lou the human

[verse]
it’s hugh rackman, two back hands ’till they blue, black man
for your crews back-handed comments
dat man who vomit, on an empty stomach
and still win the race, you gotta guess we run it
i don’t they want it, they need returns
a rematch with me sirs, a reburn
i’m from the west where the reef’s burn
they chief herb like they on they chiraq sh-t
bet they buy back sh-t, a couple o’s and flip ’em
yeah you know tradition, but i been known i was on a mission
i mean, where you supposed to go with no pot to p-ss in?
how you gonna miss the lows with no pot you spliff in?
i don’t ever take a break i don’t got a minute
i mean what you trying to break if it’s not the limit, yeah
what you trying to take if it’s not for granted
i mean what you trying to take if it’s not the planet?
sh-t, i don’t got the planet
unhanded i still throw punches
i’m rehe-rs-d i’m a star, super no busted
me and bro was trying to get it we was both hustlin’
putting in work when most wasn’t
word, i’m no german but i’m somebody you cannot see
my style’s what they ate off dog, they copies
imma put the city on in a second
reborn, reinvented, b-tch i’m gone come and get him, yeah
a lot of people talk sh-t and show love too
and never mean it it’s the reason that i’m stuck rude
with this middle finger up screamin’ “f-ck you”
sh-t i don’t really give a f-ck but it’s nothin’ new
they get stuck on some generation x sh-t
at this point i don’t ever need a necklace
’cause i made it so far, man without one
they always say they do something but i doubt ’em
they threats is empty, tank is too
i’m a little g-ssed up, but the dank is too
everybody asked how i became this dude
prolly when i stopped trying to make a change for you
prolly when i stopped trying to pick a lane to use
and said f-ck it imma swerve ’til i break the rules
homie i be with me ace ’til we paid in full
and if i see a spot empty imma take it too
face it dude, you don’t want no static with us, yeah
old friends hated yeah they madder than f-ck
i feel you dog it sucks that it had to be us
we just need a home run and i’m the batter that’s up
funny people you was down with be mad that you up
throw dirt on your name, after that, hit you up
but we up in this pigsty where they bakin’ and the pigs rise
shouldn’t mess really, but still i would never switch sides
west side, n-y, s-i
if i ain’t the best, god then i’m getting close
when they hang you should get a rope
want change you should hit the store
homie what is hand four?
if i ain’t on your list then your list is off
sh-ttin’ just to p-ss ’em off
f-ck ’em imma get ’em all
these new rappers are wack
these old rappers are losing
if i move backwards i’m back
the truth back on the map
swear i thought about quittin’ but i can’t give it up
the homies keep tellin’ me that the game need me
i got the weight of the world and it ain’t easy
but i’m still lifting smack but i’m still spliffin’
pill-grippin’, i feel different
slippin’ back to my old ways in the cold days
from where they die of od’s not old age
some of my only choices: move dope or split cocaine
swear to god, hope i don’t end up like cobain
or just another motherf-cker dead with no name
if you don’t feel hugh then you don’t know pain
how you gonna know sunshine if you don’t know rain?
it’s okay though, yeah, i ain’t even complaining
i’m too complex it ain’t easy explainin’
b-tch i’m from the slums it ain’t easy escapin’
so i’m trying to get it now it ain’t easy to wait
when motherf-ckers dying left and right
got me up at night
countin’ up trying to make sure the budget right
too many youngins out here on that f-ckin’ life
sizzurp in the f-ckin’ sprite, buggin’ tryna chug a pint

- lou the human

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