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letra de alarm clock - lp rambo

[hook: lp rambo]
you can see the pain in my eyes
i don’t need no lames in my life
she gon’ make me stay away, she just trifle
told my rivals it’s a shootout on arrival
came in late saw mama waiting readin’ the bible
used to brag and tell me bout the twelve disciples
got no business on this block if i don’t like you
my alarm clock was a rifle, aye!

[verse one: ekwesco]
i pull up an hour before i pull out
that b-tch don’t even greet me, she just say “i want the wood now”
she thank me in advance as she grab my hand, put it down her pants
i pull out the rubbers and she say “good look out” i’m saying, though
i just bought a coat, i ain’t never seen no snow
but the flow so cold, catch a cold at my show, yup
all of ya’ll are faux, ya’ll ain’t even my foes
probably be my enemy if you had a decent flow
rapper say the pack extendo clips, they ain’t never seen that sh-t
p-ssy rappers gon’ flex off rip, gimme that ring, you don’t need that, b-tch
act a fool for my bread, no chips
try me once, you gon’ bleed so quick
you so much of a p-ssy that you can’t even be a d-ck
used to be my homie, dawg, but now i’ll never trust you
this should be a testament to what the f-ck them drugs do
representatives are waving around their fingers like “we’re about to bomb your -ss” trump better delete his twitter right now!
rappers be yappin’ with half of their f-cking mouth open
tell that white b-tch over there to stop twerkin’
now keep your arms bouncin’ like she blowing you and jerkin’
i don’t mind, i just grind, b-tch, i’m always workin’
look at these perps with a ski mask, 6ix
that must mean that they ain’t bout sh-t
run up in your crib, mask off, get hit
bodies in the tub, let the blood just drip
your lines cringe, i’m a painful clench
sicker than a dead nun chillin’ with a witch
she said you can’t locate cl-t
ek reigns supreme in this b-tch

[bridge: ekwesco]
see ’em out, point ’em out, knock ’em out, f-ck that
see ’em out, point ’em out, knock ’em out, f-ck that
see ’em out, point ’em out, knock ’em out, f-ck that
see ’em out, point ’em out, knock ’em out, f-ck that

[verse two: dd caine]
doing shoot outs ‘fore it’s noon, the action happens off the cameras
an extendo in this tec cause drastic times means drastic measures
papa praying i ain’t poppin’ but i’m out here with berettas
mama tryna put me out cause she know that she raised me better
i ain’t going out like no hoe, i’m more like a pimp cause i stay with the mac
ride up the block of who ever got problems and dump it, i run out, like mark, i’ll be back
blow your utopia down to erosion and odor collapsing whoever’s intact
your mouth kept on running so i set the bait to ensure when you reach for me, you’ll shut your trap
don’t mix me up in the city, i’m not for the capping
won’t cover my face during p-ss
if i don’t like you, don’t speak on my name and don’t breathe near my way cause the boy like to scr-p
“d-mn! why you snapped?” my soul is black
gave away piece after piece of my heart and i can’t get it back
head running laps, keep mixing me in these beefs no relief for me besides a pack, cannabis wrapped
haven’t lit one in so long that my cough attacks having attacks
facing a fat down to the roach, til my fingers are stinging then pace to the lab
toss me the pad, feeling it once every month make a banger, vacate and relax, stay in my bag
overthink every situation that i’ve been placed in the past
pray that i p-ss, though it’s no faith that i chase, seen no savior my way, i just dash, make for the cash so i relocate and leave all my demons, the place that they crashed
they can attach back to each other and stay out my brain so my hatred is stashed
cause lately, my baby the reason that i ain’t taken aim and then sprayed at my cap
standing by the headboard saying that it’s time to wake up
barely heard i word that left the lips, i’m stressing while i lay up
roll up off the bed and p-ss my mama while she do her make up
she say “why you look like that?” i told her that i’ll see her later

[hook: lp rambo & dd caine]
you can see the pain in my eyes
i don’t need no lames in my life
she gon’ make me stay away, she just trifle
told my rivals it’s a shootout on arrival
came in late saw mama waiting readin’ the bible
used to brag and tell me bout the twelve disciples
got no business on this block if i don’t like you
my alarm clock was a rifle, aye!

- lp rambo

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