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letra de conscious - mumbol

[intro]

[verse 1]
rapping ’bout your ex sells
i excel with rapping cause
i exhale and captains t-shirts are always xl
i need a more mature b-tch
no iphone, just nextel
i had a choice between h-ll and heaven but still pressed h-ll
i’m blessed well, my talent isn’t fashion, but i dress well
don’t need opinions, cause u see me winning, i got less help
from ghostwriters, cause i write my own sh-t, with less yells and more content nonsense is the first topic lets go
i, made a mistake but apparently turned it out for me
f-ck “formy”
a friendship can only last if you
put effort in it, it’s effortless when they laugh with you
my last issue was pink and i had a black tissue
me and my best friend had some beef then abolished it
turned a school against me how’s that sh-t for an accomplishment
there’s more haters
so more people
so more honeys
means more viewers and more losers
and more money

[verse 2]
most say to stop it
i just tell ’em keep the hate coming
they don’t know that they’re the ones
that’s keeping all this sh-t running
it’s funny
they think it hurts you when they be telling you
but i don’t give a sh-t
i just laugh as i stack the revenue
it’s never new
i done had these haters since like middle school
i don’t really like ’em
i just wanna see them pity you
they falling for my trap
camping outside of my house for sh-t
i’ll just drop ’em bout as much money as granna forry did
the story is, i don’t need an oracle for holy sh-t
god is speaking through me like
i’m still where all the glory is, i’m glorious
gloria’s lil’ glory hole had shrunk for him
black and white so treat him like an oreo by dunking him
he soggy now
sliding in dms with my toboggan style
listen to russ for pity cause i don’t want saudi bombing now
homicide, kamikaze
probably made us sound aloud
life is a like cycle
i’m just stuck in all these roundabouts

[verse 3]
how about, you tell ’em all my whereabouts
you couldn’t even spell if the teacher told you to sound it out
howdy hoe, howdy how
i’m the cowboy rapper and i’m kinda wild
that’s just my style
my best friend, i met him in like the 5th grade
he had my humor and only person that’s more crazy
than myself, our chemistry couldn’t stop, maybe
then more rumors came out and started to slip daily
i cut him off cause i thought he lost his intentions
we always had the mindset, that money’s over attention
i felt he got ahead himself and lost what’s really in him
and his priorities f-cked up when it’s party over friendship
i know, got in my feelings
i might’ve got a lil’ sensitive
i think the devil grabbed him by the tail, without him sensing it
then he got dragged into a place without no censorship
our conversations got ugly bout ugly as my penmanship

[verse 4]
it went a couple weeks and then he had to face his fate
he realized that dude was eatin off the same plate
so then he called me up and we just talked it off and shaked
then i headed over to my second home so i could play
some bo3 or madden or maybe some nba
cause it didn’t matter to me i’m just glad and happy to stay
the past few months i think safe to say a lot has changed
people lied and others died and friends got rearranged
i just wanna let u know
that you’re my bro, that’s over everything
i swear that you’re the best man
you can tell that to the crowd after i give up my wedding ring
i sweat that you’re the best man
you’ll tell that to the crowd at my wedding
and i’m never gon’ forget it

- mumbol

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