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letra de tms 2.0 - marv illest

(intro)
ima artist and i’m sensitive about my sh-t and they love it when i definitely talk my sh-t eeessskkkiitttt

(verse)
i ain’t the best but i’m better than y’all/
ni–a i was born with drive i ain’t renting my cars/
could p-ss the ball but honesty me and my team would both agree it’s more entertaining when i score/
they take vacations when they bored i take vacations just to work/
you see the difference there of course/
you see they’re nothing like me front flipping off the porch
than double flipping all my work/
you could hit me for a verse ugh/
hip hop saved my life i was living off the merch ugh/
marv illest the pharmacist but i don’t fu-k with perks/
but every bar a bar and that’s how you gettin served/
the clock stops when i start i put the world on pause/
…. unpause just to get my point across/
fingers crossed i don’t take another lose within a lose/
lost too many people half of them ain’t even f-cking gone/
if you feel i owe you, here’s a middle finger for your squad
middle finger for your mom, and middle finger for your pops ugh/
cuz when it comes to doing this, this sh-t is effortless/
i wrote this in my sleep could guarantee don’t know what second is/
unless it’s thanksgiving, what i’m saying is when you the one you don’t gotta second guess /
nevertheless you hold less stripes than a peppermint/
and i’m the lieutenant collecting aesthetics and members/
half you ni–as generic and better off changing professions/
when i was 16, i wrote a dope 16
and that day right there, i knew i live forever/
ain’t not probably, you just a wanna-be n–a
half these ni–as be hoes and hoes wanna be ni–as
i figured i follow the chicken instead of a model hoe vixen/
betraying a image she ain’t living good thing i ain’t superst-tious/
got more stripe than football game where only refs attend/
n-gga i only came here for one thing and that’s to represent
ds or see death you better talk to me nice or, next thing you know you’ll be laying on a stretcher/
it’s m.a.r.v to the illest but you knew this/
way before i started rapping got a fat clip and cool chick/
whose a nudist pretty much the naked truth i’m introducing/
and i swear i love hip hop but that b-tch don’t really do sh-t ugh/

(outro)

na na na na ayee
marv illest make sure the i ain’t capital or i might just snap on you
ds or see death, aa, biiii–ttccchh

- marv illest

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