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letra de ritual - masun the mutt

do what you gotta do just be on the way
kick what you gotta kick then call it a day
you can’t make everybody family nah
you can’t take everybody candy nah
you know what they really want
you know what they really bout its all ritual
you know what they really want
you know what they really bout

this is what it feel like when family dump the ashes
i’m infuatuated with 808’s and mumble rappin’
if there’s an uncle tom in here that do not run wit panthers
you can be my fan soon as i try to spin the country backwards
y’all got the antifreeze leakin’ in the road
laugh out loud a millimeter can really leave you lulled
promethazine that dirty sprite is cleaner than my soul
i’m not talkin’ to a wall im tellin’ secrets to a ghost
one sec psst psst psst don’t ever confess
im attracted to ugly att-tudes that come with baggage
like paper duffel plastic and use they chin as a tongue rest
melanin mean she come out the shower in a sun dress
palm reader tells me in the past life i’ve held lightning
sometimes i hug my niece and wonder if it felt like this
we hit the bobby shmurda left him with them bail prices
f-ck a conscious rapper yall just actin’ self righteous
y’all been claimin’ thug from the start
like pac ain’t have life tattooed under his heart
you team lightskin i’m team jump in front of a car
what good is skin when your spirit has to study the dark
tuggin’ cigars with an angela davis to make my crown glow
trynna’ apply myself to something i can’t download
i now know wisdom t–th is really just the downpour
of when it hurts you on the inside to keep your mouth closed
the armour i raise – i done lost family and friends because
they thought i was g-y – so fragile – all that ego walk with a cane
so fragile – you gon’ have to stop the scharades i’m so baffled
you gon’ learn to hate in person – put your phone away
that type of sh-t just makes me nervous
i learned at 6 years old the trick is not to keep what you can grab
i had a homie do 15 for gettin’ greedy with his stash

do what you gotta do just be on the way
kick what you gotta kick then call it a day
you can’t make everybody family nah
you can’t make take everybody candy nah
you know what they really want
you know what they really bout its all ritual
you know what they really want
you know what they really bout

said please dont be gentle with me
please say you see my guilty
f-ck me and be my worst critic
harsh

you ain’t finna’ find this reup
you ain’t finna’ find this deluxe
you ain’t finna’ find high octane
not on my wrist
not with that heart you got
not with that game you got
not with that jankmobile sittin on the curb waitin for the shop
everyday i hit ’em with the clutch
god forgive me for it i dont really give a f-

got my mommas eyes got my daddys laugh
my uncles face and my auntie hands
got my grandmas yap my cousins brain and my homies rage
got my blocks embrace depression and pessimism traits
i got my city and my state you name it i got it
troubling times – what that mouf do nothing but lie
when you talk about emotion are you hustling mine
is your heart on parole do you walk on a road that is underdefined
this a brown eyed devil – fever pitchin’ how high level
get the f-ck around from me if you ain’t proud like h-llo
im masun the mutt and im downright ghetto
carbonated how the house might settle
your tough is inaudbile you worry bout whats topical
im worried bout a question i once knew who is jonathan
im thinkin’ that its possible but everybody wanna be the center of the room
until they end up in a hospital
not one l!ck to me
you don’t look one l!ck of insane to me
you don’t look one l!ck of f-ck sh-t up to me
you don’t look one l!ck of yourself to me
i was thirsty for this
i was punched in the mouth
i was early to flinch
i was stumblin’ out the ups the downs the sound of
automatics barragin’ the back do’ gps dead
tell me where is you at hoe

- masun the mutt

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