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letra de gugu-gaga - mighty braze

this is my time
and n-ggas be wanting a piece of my shine
i’m aiming no gun
you know i’m the one
’bout to blow like a blast
they funding me like a trust
ain’t no way l won’t puch
my bars got spikes
i’m boiling like rice
them b-tches are falling for i
the beats the raps kept me alive
like a biker you know i got stunts

coming at me you better think twice
you know i’m too/2 nice like nice nice
cause my daddy was mike
and when he passed l was raised by the mic
now i’m kicking raps and i’m talking mylife
never been to res cause i had to drop out
life of a thug
man i was young
can’t blame 2 pac
but i had to grow up

i had to grow up and i’m proud of myself
it’s getting ayt i’ve been telling myself
i quit my dayjob just to rock with the plan
started from the bottom now a n-gga done came
pen and a pad and they’ll know my pain
smocking these beats and l got some faith
my style is unique and this art finna pay
i’ma be rich nami ng’vuke nge steak
popping bottles on a regular day
stone cold when an ex tryna flirt
take my bros to the mall let the flex
raise my dough like y(east) f-ck west
i don’t wanna sound like the smartest man
but l came back with the bang
and l came back just to run the game
man i came back just to leave a name

so when i’m gone
remember this
my flow burning them bleach
i might go dre – still
i ain’t seen no sheep
that’s blacker than i
i’ve been writing like big
i swear i got pac’s
dna and i’m real
but i ain’t no thug and it’s f all your feels

i might take your chick
and l won’t need no bling
you don’t want no beef
you gonn loose your knee
nah you don’t really wanna p-ss me off
i won’t make a brawl but mfana kith’ uzoz’ sola
umuz’ onebhiya uzow’khomba ngoba yith’ izinja zakhona
soon sobe stacker ama dollar
s’buzy siwel’ ama border
ng’ngen’ endlini ne groza
ng’yo stopper m’hlambe mang’ bhod’
mangvela bathi ng’yal godla
u nyaope angbize nge bhoza
mak’paka min’ ashiy’ i golf
cause i ain’t scared of these goats

is my time i’m ’bout to blow
i’m living by a code
n-ggas wanna roll
b-tches wanna roll
i see em on the shows
i see em on the road
lines is what they quote
you can’t hate i’m ’bout to blow
f-ck the player, l am a coach
all my folks i gave em hope
i’m too authentic like 0-9

the rest gonn cope
the rest is old
the rest just chokes
carving my name in your heart with bold
when i’m on the mic i speak for the soul
poker face so n-ggas just fold
i’m so great yeah i’ve been told
but wait….. i got more……
mhmmm i don’t really wanna boast
i just f—n do the most
sacrifice k!lling goats
from the south heading north
it’s the city of gold
where lot of them loosing souls
a lot of them getting dough
a lot of the getting pr-ne
to minding their own
a lot of them turning cold
a lot of them selling dope

a lot of them chasing hoes
a lot of them changing clothes
gotta evade, n-ggas got paid
cops got paid
a brother dead, a father dead
you got hair, go bald
peter pan no more
put your band on hold
now let it be known
what i say goes

i’m the band bro
bars are just fatal
rappers are awol
detergent flows i’m more like detol
cooking these beats then i snack em
loving my peace don’t rattle
coming with heat i dazzle
hunnid degrees no sweating

it was back to 96 screaming that is my time
meeeee meeeee
gugu-gaga
back to 96 screaming that is my time
meeeee meeeee
gugu-gaga
back to 96 screaming that is my time
meeeee meeeee
gugu-gaga
back to 96 screaming that is my time

(gugu-gaga
back to 96 screaming that is my time)…

- mighty braze

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