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letra de issa wrap - mikie king

[verse one]
boy, i never let my arms tire, bullets coming constantly
haters, they been on a mission tryna put a stop to me, but
honestly, everybody’s looking like they’re out of reach
as far as i can see, there’s no one farther than the eye can see
i’m balling on these rappers, they’ll retire like they’re kobe
the new me is dead and i’m inviting in the old me to
let the flames rain down with a light so bright that it’ll
land up in j-pan and still blind you and your homies
so if i feel disrespected, you get disconnected, fist connect with
chin excessively until your neck is all you’re left with
i can make a bet if you want, but never test me, i don’t
hang around with those who won’t directly indirect me. this
destiny, say it ain’t. i’m finna be making bank, cause a
blood splatter, make it look like i’ve been spraying paint. with
80 serrated blades and 92 razor blades, that’ll
go straight to your brain with some perfect precision aim, like

[hook]
man, why you tryna flex, step back, issa wrap
stepping to me, imma make that thing go (pow)
pull up at ya crib, where you at? issa wrap
stepping to me, imma make that thing go (pow)
man, why you tryna flex, step back, issa wrap
stepping to me, imma make that thing go (pow)
pull up at ya crib, where you at? issa wrap
stepping to me, imma make that thing go (pow)

[verse two]
i see ’em noticing the style that i be acing
on top of this, i’m honestly twisted, i’ve got ’em facing a
lyrical domination, some kind of abomination that’d be
leaving people shocked, like donald’s inauguration
peace’ll be upon you, saying “asalamalak-m,” i’ve
probably got ’em chasing a dream and they’ll never make it, i’ll
drop an atomic bomb in the time that you get your faces to
move, your time is wasting, got something to say then say it. man i’ve
never had the patience to slow it down with my cadence, i
honestly hope you fakers are thinking there’s ways of taking me
out. i hope to god that i be getting on your nerves, imma
cut open their bodies and play me some operation. you
bunch of forgotten haters, i’m watching ’em all just fade into the
night, i’m contemplating, i’ll put a knife in their brain and then
tie them up to a train with some frickin’ barbed wire chains and each
pr-ck being 98 inches, then imma bash their faces in

[verse three]
you witnessing the best. no that ain’t said in jest
they giving me the threats, thinking that i’m scared of death
no i ain’t scared of death. y’all should be scared to check
you wanna try to test? you should’ve brought a vest
if you bring your friends in ya gang and ya closest homies, homie
know these bullets blowing, i’m gonna take out the rest
you should have never stepped. just let me make a bet, you
come in with your shooters, you’re losing like all your friends, yea
i’m supposed to ride with soldiers, got a flow to die for
riding low, i hide my shoulders, make ’em keep their eyes closed
riding close, it got me noticed, got me up in my zone
hopping out the ride with murder vibes coming from my dome
time for me to bust a shot, guarantee they’re gonna
rot when i pull up on your block, i’m in grind mode
and i ain’t seen em in a minute, but i never will
forget it, if you’re talking on my name then you can die slow

- mikie king

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