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letra de fire house - lyrical moron

so tell the same n-ggas that been hating n-ggas that they lame n-gga and i’m famous n-gga i been payed n-gga i set plays n-gga i throw my cd all in their face and say look
and i never been the type to brag but f-ck that i’mma talk when i’m in my bag
they might laugh at the kid with a pen and pad back then all they did was rap
and now i’m everything wanted to be
your ain’t nothing to me
i been hard fore the buzz bumble bee
and when the checks come in, i bet the n-ggas who told me i ain’t sh-t’ll be the ones asking money from me
and thats funny to me
cause it was funny to you when i needed somebody and now you running to me
and now it’s f-ck the world when they count me out
and now i’m coming up you can’t stop me now
i done turned to a one man army
cause n-ggas wanna fight but i gotta keep it on me
the day you run up on me the day you turn sorry
and momma get a call saying you gone when you saw me

who do you think that you are
i got make it, i got ball
can’t let em become the reason i fall
sh-t on you n-ggas like i’m in the stall
sit on you n-ggas i’m still standing tall
look at my numbers we coming yall n-gga imma be dammed if you think imma fall

i heard somebody call me trash so i
turn him to a song and i put him on the track list
made a disstrack put a target on his back
til my numbers back up, make the cash do a backflip
remember back when i put my cash in the mattress
i got a stash full tracks y’all’d never imagine to hear from n-gga me start rapping i’ll pull them out whenever they cap bout the status
i always been a (g) they was never able to smack
blowing (o)s and getting tapped like wires hide in the fabric
was in the (a) when i came back made a collab with t!el in fact we spilling tea (t) so stop the cap
i’m the real goat when it comes to the young rappers
teaching real sh-t to ya kid, the young pastor
100k what you would pay just for the master of all these tracks that gave an attack your favorite rappers, huh
moving slow on the track my fans always be asking what happened to the days you was spitting and going fast had cut in the impact cause the bats kept going past them
i put them in the past now i’m back i got the tactics to…while i’m keeping it all in tact cause i’m tired of the trap y’all rapping about it cap havnt seen a real n-gga since hopsins knock madness
im done playing with you n-ggas
all this pain make make me wanna leave stain with you n-ggas
when the rain hit a fake gang member it’s insane but i ‘m married to the gang i’ll put a ring on you n-ggas
ansd let the phone rang on you n-ggas
is you really bout that life or are you just painting a picture
cause the wave nowadays is putting names on a trigger
really went from good game to gang bang on these n-ggas know what i’m sayin n-gga dreadhead n-gga like jamaica
i wake up and get the pay cut
you b-tches wake up and your first
priority is makeup
this sh-t ain’t stuff anyone could make up
still can’t look at my reflection
without thinking bout culture coming up from behind and stabbing my neck with a weapon
a bad dream and reality is all i got against it every time i wrote a verse for the world
i realize it’s just me verse the world but a verse could reverse how they feel bout my word even tho opinions from the world ain’t my concern
i could give a sh-t about anything and everything
but if i gave sh-t i’d waste all of my energy tryna prove that i’m everything to you
i’m an entity
i won’t pretend to be amused over somebody chooses his boos over his crew and his family
i even helped tie their shoes so what the excuse when they loose it just proves it ain’t mean to be
all for the fame i you died would it be worth it to you cause you got views on the news
think mentally
you always have to be confused
when the clues ain’t in the view
ian got nothing to prove
if im proving to you
but i got something to lose
so i won’t waste it on veiws
i’d rather go get this blue
who do you think that you are
i got make it, i got ball
can’t let em become the reason i fall
sh-t on you n-ggas like i’m in the stall
sit on you n-ggas i’m still standing tall
look at my numbers we coming yall n-gga imma be dammed if you think imma fall

- lyrical moron

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