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letra de macvili - mtyki

(d-mn)
my seed was named after somebody else
and if i go dumb, that’s bad for all their health
target head and shoulders and neck bones
easy does it, i spend a check and make sure they have to come check on him
check mate
dead is the soul of a man who was caught standing alone
if he’s cold his home is 60 f-cking feet below my old sneakers
make sure you know jesus
why am i so hate filled?
make your life have no meaning
(b-tch boy)
cook ‘em with the chopsticks
burn ‘em with the pitchfork
he ain’t see the hit coming
ain’t know what it hit for
swinging this machete, b-tch
hit up with a big sword
funeral from the bars, imma hit the k!ll switch
say i’m legitimized
buried feelings inside, i’m dead serious feeling alive
keep a villainous mind
macvili telling a lie
more like never would i
heaven’s a h-ll of a vibe
sell soul, never give mine up
one time for the n-ggas that don’t post captions
two times for the n-ggas digging dirt up for their own caskets
i just sent an invoice for your neck, i’m in my home, laughing
that’s for sending threats for me about sh-t that just ain’t gon’ happen
pictured you alive and living life before you spoke madness
sad you gotta pay now, i k!ll you, we’ll be both happy
family ttg, you want your life then n-gga don’t at me
you way too big to run, that .40 blow, he running, no track meet

i been feeling the devil inside
hatred kept him alive
i ain’t sleep, b-tch, i’m resting my eyes
rich for the rest of my life
i ain’t ran out of lives yet, i was given a mindset of gold
i’m finna eat, b-tch
dropping all this heat, b-tch
you with the n-gga even after you got beat, b-tch
can’t save you
book of life from my city is filled up with these blank pages
save your life
he boutta drown inside the lake of fire
sad you had to break the bond

(and it’s not even just sneak dissin’
it’s not me hating on n0body, it’s just me coming at n-ggas that not coming correct, ‘cause bro
when you been real to a mothaf-cka, all your mothaf-ckin
all your mothaf-ckin’ time
and they dry ass sneak diss you from behind. from behind your back
and they gotta block you to do it
y’all ain’t on sh-t fam
make all the music you want, n-gga we ain’t doing this for competition
i’m just showing you awareness n-gga, we the ones going up
and you can go up too, but you can only go so far homie
i’m limitless)
i’m just beginning the forecast
get ready for rain, i’m coming down with some more facts
put this sh-t behind me, put the metal to your back
i stay dropping dimes, i bet you couldn’t afford that
i’ll make ‘eem more mad, when you play this sh-t forward, back
and loop the sh-t
dude finna die over some stupid sh-t. (i’m done)
need i say more?
we blowin’ up, b-tch, like claymore

(forever it’s mtyki
“yki”, youth, knowledge, immortality which means b-tch
i’m immortalized through everything i said because it comes from the heart
i ain’t doing this sh-t for clout
i ain’t doing this sh-t for status
i’m not competing with n0body
i ain’t trying to be bigger than the next man, i just know i will be

young m-a-c, you see what i’m saying?)

- mtyki

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