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letra de orbit - connor

[verse 1: connor]

i roll a j then i scorch it
my mind is out the orbit
releasing these endorphins
and then my thoughts pour in
yo, why’s our world so morbid?
holding people hostage and killing for some jordan’s
yo you think that’s heat?
well lemme stop and tell ya
and i ain’t keep it sweet like it was nutella
it’s hard for a dog when surrounded by cruellas
i pick my own battles
and i don’t really f-ck with these hoes
but i dabble
putting lines together like it’s scrabble
she’s thirsty
here’s a snapple
you see they try to copy
cause i’m balling like bache
i’m spitting sh-t ridiculous
they hands up like rocky
and just like the icing
on a roll like yahtzee
i’m tweaking, no coffee
sick on the track like coughing
all these chicas try and call me
so it’s blingin on my hotline
while i’m ducking cop lights at the stop sign
feels like i’m in the spotlight
let my mind shine
c wiig on the rhymes
it’s about d-mn time
sh-t, we keep it treacherous
graduated ‘012 but i am the freshest man

[verse 2: connor]

and a lot of motherf-ckers hate
but i’ma always be me
middle finger to the ones who don’t wanna see me
get bigger and deliver
they just want a freebee
they try to keep me boxed but
b-tch i am houdini
i’m snapping off the record too
in everything i do
i’ll make ya whole town shed like i was the who
i’m breaking backboards
don’t need an alley-oop
and i’m the bus driver
i take fools to school
flow too diabolical
incinerate these b-tches
they try to catch me
but i incinerate these bridges
export the check forth
and you can get the digits
don’t lurk on your net worth
and f-ck all the critics
i’m just tryna find the promise land like it was plymouth
they talk about money and hoes
but we seeing through the jargon
they sell they soul to the market like it was a bargain
i elevate somewhere way beyond the star ships
i bring my city up like i land on free parking
andre 3000 rotating on my playlist
i’m authentic-made
they just makeshift
they tryna force the flow
but that sh-t is too blatant
i’m really in the game
doing numbers like i’m naismith
conrad on the cognac
this a moment for ya kodak
watch me bring the flow back
this rap sh-t
i jog that

[verse 3: 501]

lotta static on the track
it’s just me buzzing like a beehive
bad boy in denim
yeah i’m wearing them levis
gotta spit my venom when i feel an anthem coming on
something like a tantrum
yeah a phantom never sing it wrong
get the whole opera singin proper
i’m the showstopper
when i get up on top of b-tches
sing another octave up
yeah they love the rough love
the sh-t that gets em f-cked up
i’m ole dools, i’m bad news
i’m don won in the streets
in the sheets
i don’t lose
step to me with a fifth of goose
and get loose
if you wanna hang with my crew
that’s how we do
yeah
kill it everyday son
smoke that fat gr-ss
smack fat -ss
and grab mad cash
and we stay bad -ss everyday…
that’s our way mon

- connor

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