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letra de this is my year - mykro

f-ck all the glamours and glitz, i plan to get rich
i’m from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
and i’m all about expanding my chips
you mad cause i was in the van with your b-tch
with both hands on her t-ts
corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
i got style plus the way that i be flowing is sharp
a while back i used to hustle, selling blow in the park
counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
forever hottie hunting, trigger temper i’m quick to body something
you looking at me like i’m probably fronting
i f-ck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
i’m older and smarter this is me at my best
i stopped hanging around y’all cause n-ggas like you
be praying on my downfall, hoping i flop
hoping i stop, you probably even hope i get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
i got more riches than you, f-ck more b-tches than you
only thing i haven’t got is more st-tches than you
f-cking punk, you ain’t a leader what, n0body followed you
you was never sh-t, your mother should have swallowed you
you on some tag-along flunky yes man sh-t
do me a favor; please get off the next man d-ck
and if you think i can’t f-ck with whoever, put your money up
put your jewels up, no f-ck it put your honey up
put your raggedy house up n-gga or shut your mouth up
before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
turn your tux red, i’m far from broke, got enough bread
and mad hoes, ask beavis i get nothing b-tthead
my game is vicious and cruel
f-cking chicks is a rule
if my girl think i’m loyal then that b-tch is a fool
how come you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of n-ggas got they whole style from?
so what you acting for?
you ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more
somebody tell this n-gga something, before i crack his jaw
you running with boys, i’m running with men
i’m a be ripping the mics until i’m a hundred and ten
have y’all n-ggas like “d-mn it this n-gga done done it again”
i throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
i sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
i’m making wonderful figures
i don’t f-ck with none of you n-ggas
i might pull out this gun on your n-ggas
and rob every last one of you n-ggas

- mykro

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