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letra de #freestylefridays (15-05-2020) - maraza

tell all of these n-ggas that i’ve been great from the onset
i stand at a distance i see the game with its arms stretched
embracing the greatness of those who fake it while i’m left
encased in the vagueness of the opinions of dumb vets
who the f-ck asked you
oh that’s a nice ass coupe
but i just laced up my boots and i ran right past you
because the game needs saving none of you bums plan to
so pay me homage, my invoice is coming up past-due
it’s no secret i’ll sock em long as the shoe fits
so put your big boy pants on you a little b-tch!
let’s keep it brief, get on your knees for the chief
told stogie i’m ready i got this sh-t down to a t
i put both hands around your crew’s neck
blaze a trail through your city like whose next
my blue-neck father worked his youth years harder and died broke w-ngshiyel’ umakalabha
i’m hard headed! crazy! since a young n-gga made it
n-ggas fugazy they pretend they never hated
all-time greatest, gods’ my apprentice
these b-tches know i ball they got a court side fetish
pardon my fresh and pardon my ease
you politicin’ princesses pull apart at the seams
but i mize like a king, that’s how i packaged a queen
i bleed a gallon of lean, b-tch, i’m a donor for fiends
i put dope flows on the net i’m the source of the streams
d-mn!
tell the chef i want the sauce and the cheese
i’m in h-ll’s kitchen my pots can put a god on his knees
thought i was gone with the wind i’m still a part of the breeze
geez
stacks, talk to me please
rats, pardon my cheese
tell these chicks i’m not bothered with their needs
my heart bleeds i could never live apart from these beats
i broke the bus they tried to put me in
i pulled up on them like a hooligan and kicked the door down and said “i’m moving in”
i rap the talk and let the cash walk
see i came up from the dumpster, i ignore the trash talk
ispillion
so i couldn’t be fazed by a n-gga’s threat
i’ve never feared a dog that’s barking behind a picket fence
so how could i be dazed by a little stress?
some of my n-ggas went from nothing, to even less
every time i win it’s by faith
i’m feeling like mugabe, i’m protected by grace
i know that some will love me for a piece

- maraza

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