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letra de standoff - n0va

[verse 1: n0va]
all my friends they had it easy
private schools and a chance to repeat
my homeroom cl-ss with mad grafitti
my life with bars like adebisi
spit this sh-t so mans believe me
girls stare me down for a chance to meet me
my ex she try to d-mn mistreat me
but my new hoes here with grams of weed leaf
i don’t know it all came falling
1 day good and the next day calling
like – i ain’t ever had a grasp at all
like all this pain i can’t p-ss it off
so i can’t pretend can’t stand it all
cuz it ain’t no game no basketball
taking free throws but im always missing
lost ego its been 4 days missing

i just been sick of the game
sick of the hoes i stick in my lane
they stick in they nose but don’t fit in the frame
b-tching bout cash but sniffin cocaine
irony skipping right over they brain
everyday struggle just tryna change
tryna evolve this hustle to fame
but keep getting lost in rugged terrain
ain’t got it bad but always complain
like all of my thoughts get stuck in a drain
i try to think bright but out come the rain
pouring and pouring on top of the pain
hard to handle it sober
the weight it breaking my shoulders
hard to keep faking composure
when we keep evading the closure

[hook]
lately all i see
fake people in front of me
face em but they never like a standoff
fake people n-body take they mask off

[verse 2]
now i’m the man in the streets
got this girl in the back of the jeep
she say she can’t handle the beast
cuz i’m the goat like biggy how i rap in the east
bars like bullets i been packing the heat
smoking dosia i been wrapping the leaf
kicked out i can’t chill out –
take the p-ss outta me like they having a leak

hard to learn to rely on no one
love myself in the quiet moments
lower highs offa higher doses
so much drive but my tires broken
flowing wavy like entire oceans
in my blood everytime im smoking
taking over in my mind explodin
sneak low ley like the higher trojans

we been smoked out in my favorite rooms
getting high off the vapor fumes
jamming out to jamaican tunes
like a bunch a bas-m-nt goons
looking out to the sp-ce and moons
we all just evading doom a charade where we play the room
but i’m ready to raid the tomb of biggy and pac and let the stage consume me
my ego can deflate balloons
like neo – i can bend the shape of spoons
with the knowledge my brain consumes
my powers vacate platoons
who knew that on the 8th of june
1949 – a book was born that would break coc–ns
of those trapped in they minds till they made the moves
from back of the line to the face of doom
break the shackles designed to disgrace the youth
we’re the future – the faith – the truth
and we all gotta stake to lose
fighting for myself and i can state the proof
where’s yo book of laws so i can take a deuce
b-lls on the table- i laid my roots
you better know i don’t f-ck around
n0va always coming back with better f-cking sounds!

[hook]
lately all i see
fake people in front of me
face em but they never like a standoff
fake people n-body take they mask off

- n0va

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