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letra de eulogy - mc encore

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
when he be holding that machete, he be thinking he from memphis
i be eating rappers better than you every breakfast
you be moving too wild, i make it stop like tet-n-s
why don’t we start by comparing potential set lists?
‘breanna’s theme’ over ‘it’s me’, ‘a milli’ washes ‘loui’
you would’ve known to put respect on my name if you knew it
ofa knew that sh-t, he wanting to hop on an old track
drop a classic? it’s outshined when i drop trash
but how about we talk about that namе, lonejizzer?
talking ’bout who you are, not just what you donе written
you know i see the emptiness behind your meme persona
you desperate for a b-tch who would share her coke and cola
i ain’t say coca cola, you need something stronger to cope
that’s why when you see me with cakeyy, you projecting your hopes that you could get to hit
but your personality ain’t sh-t
you should pop a codeine if you thought this wouldn’t be painless
wannabe carti cannot even carry half the stainless
you cannot charge, they would rather have you make the payment
it takes levels to even dream to be a-list
you’re better off heading to your minimum wage dayshift
f-ck tryna take a shortcut. i be filled with too much hatred
you think that you won ’cause it took half an hour to make it
you wouldn’t know what it’s like to write as an apex
’cause i can only crown myself as the goat
dances on platforms, all it needs is a pole
ho, take off your clothes, bring my paper home
don’t need to have been in a battle to throw cold, they know i can be an old soul
i wonder what dr. king would say if muzji signed him to uc today
i’d bed he’d be upset with having you as a label mate
all that activism just for you to say what you say
ask your mom about the pain your gran had to face
i know you won’t, ’cause you don’t see proximity to chains, and that is how investors get paid
they using you, wiz, and you cannot see it, they making moolah off your thoughts and feelings
i wanted to make some of mine, so i wanted to release it, f-ck a time limit for something this heated
just ’cause you do it, you think i would think with my p-n-s
the last remix i dropped should’ve taught you to not be beefing
forgot to learn? k and drake taught me what is evil
you ain’t got fans, all you got is m-s-ch-sts
yet none of them could ever want to be your b-tch
this is why i never quit
might get a chain with a gem for every diss for you that i spit
better of knowing the truth: migo respect me more than you, cake respect me more than you, ofa respect me more than you, pops respect me more than you, muzji respect me more than you, hunt’ respect me more than you, sensai respect me more than you, jet respect me more than you
they say otherwise so you don’t hurt
false stripes on your body that you never deserved
every song for me is a growth spur, with every song you drop you get worse
it’s like the sh-ttiest benjamin b-tton was birthed
you don’t know how to spit, ’cause you never studied the culture
and i learnt early that love hurts, it’s something that you need to be taught
i can tell by your output, you’ve been feeling lost, but you could never comprehend what greatness cost
at this point, i wish you rot – this is as blunt as it gets
when you holding a bottle, you think that you holding a tec’
when you hold a penny, you think that you holding a check
drop some mid on soundcloud, you think you the best
for any girl who wishes to be in wizard’s bed – i want you to admit it
i know i’m winning, regardless of how you spit it – you never saw enough previous k!llings
your community’s art and i’m the one who’s truly with it
[outro]
f-ckboy

- mc encore

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