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letra de be - mar$ gram

[verse 1]

i always knew the grind, i never had to brag when they saw me doing fine, cause i don’t like to boast but, i might be close to my dreams that i see where all we do is rhyme, but y’all be too inclined so i’m raising the stakes, maybe going line for line when i’m facing the greats, i’m who i wanna be cause i made some mistakes, all you rappers are wannabe wayne jay z and drake’s pick the pace up, you feel it in your face when the b-ss pump, rewrite history, they can never erase us, i may just, risk it all it’s obviously dangerous, i know that i’m the go to person who they trust in one take, i get it done great on the first try, it’s like a untamed gun range when the words fly, you want some good advice here’s a trigger pull it twice you rappers looking like chump change when i swerve by, pump fake, then crossover b-tch i’m like a.i, i’m looking birds eye view told you i stay fly, i put my soul in this but my name isn’t de la, i know they all bluffing it’s no wonder why they lie, gave my all in it i’m evolving like kdot, promise i can’t drop, it’s a bomb when the flame drop, stay locked in like i️ forgot where the keys are, i’ll never depart going hard every three bars, i drive a mean car now they all wanna be mar$, i️ know i️ dropped out but i️ still got my street smarts, r-t-rds we will never be in the same cl-ss, these bars are my ring of fire like j cash or a grenade flash propane in my brain m-ss swear ima make stacks till i’m driving a maybach, it’s time to face facts now i’m taking your lane fast, my flow so wavy now i’m making a great splash, writing fire tracks, i inspire that, fighters type of mentality you biters all try to jack, now i attack every line facts and acquire stacks, so turn the amplifier up higher the choirs back, entire rap verses synchronize like a symphony, my rhyming has purpose spitting wise like epiphanies, i’m k!lling mad serpents that i found in the gr-ss lurking, my lines are past perfect this is why ima real emcee, bring out the black he-rs-s k!lled the game it’s a funeral, i know the worlds ugly but i’m making it beautiful, don’t let em’ try to change you stay indisputable always try to be yourself that’s one thing i want you to know

- mar gram

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