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letra de steam - martin $ky

(verse one)
ah, get with the program n-gga
tryna roll up some more grams n-gga
yeah the pearl gawd gotta get the trees rolled
put the bong in the freezer get the steam cold
like ice still up in your head like lice
flip a qt for the right price
when i be up in the booth
what i spit is quite nice
i ain’t turned to a rap g*nius overnight aight
what you talking about n-gga if it ain’t about the money then it doesn’t make sense
what you talking about b-tch only dumb n-ggas brag about the money they spend
been on my third eye sh-t holy trinity invested in the raps
you can even check the tat
be rocking all black in the back
sippin tan juice i be getting zaped, yap
my finna sit low as f-ck n-ggas can’t see my eyes
i’m tryna give half of a f-ck n-gga i’m too high
felling on the loose got the gandar and the goose
interties are the lines i’m reciting in the booth
that’s crack ima heat it up say it on the track
ima break it down throw it in the wraps, yap
who working on they spitting ‘n producing
still k!lling every line they spit
apex with it better try hard n-gga
cause i ain’t gonna play yall n-ggas better quit
just be cool before the god of the raps rain down on you weak f-cks
that he be stuck up in my head probably go to the moon just to spark it up off the planet instead, yeah

(chorus x2)
forty to the face got a tab on my tongue
n-gga can’t n0body tell me sh-t, can’t n0body tell me sh-t, can’t n0body tell me sh-t
blunts get domed got buzzed on my own
n-gga can’t n0body tell me sh-t, can’t n0body tell me sh-t, can’t n0body tell me sh-t

(verse two)
murder every time that i kick that sh-t
blast off from the planet gunna rip then sip
open up your mind cause your wings got clipped
you was quick to -ssume you didn’t read about sh-t
spark another owl n-gga cut that talk
yall n-ggas fraud and you just got caught
rep one thing that’s the real dawg
come rolling up the blunt with the pearl gawd
this worldwide with it these n-ggas ain’t sh-t
on my own i got it yah n-gga had to get it
feeling like a n-gga did shrooms in the womb
cause i came in this world and i still look different
pumps on my shoes it ain’t really do sh-t
but it make me feel bool n-gga get off my d-ck
let me live transcending well nah not really
i’m just doing what i feel and the people f-cking with me, uh
it took a minute but i’m here now n-gga bout to rap my sh-t
put the flame to the weed n-gga f-ck that splif
lane change with the game cause the beat too sick, uh
this that fly sh-t in your speakers act like you know it
this that work you n-ggas fiending went through all the motions
forty to the face got a tab on my tongue
spittin that crack gonna run up on your guns
put an eighth in the blunt got a quarter in my lungs
i’m a trippy m-th-f-cker i be high for a month
mr. rocket, it don’t give a f-ck what people think
mr. make a beat and blast it till my eardrums bleed

(chorus x2)

- martin ky

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