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letra de notdeadyet - na'kel smith

[part i: na’kel smith]
heard a n-gga want me dead so why the f-ck am i still here?
got magic money i can make a p-ssy disappear
she wan’t magic from me, had to grind hard just to get right here
been sipping tris with shochu, sometimes still might crack a beer
not margielas stepping no more, too fly, i feel like a leer
got bruises on my digi, fell asleep behind the wheel
and the way i’m living i might f-ck around and make a wheel
distrokid booming, why the f-ck i need a deal?
playing chess not checkers like the f-cking seven seals
some days i had to have two o’sevens, couldn’t get a meal
ain’t going back to broke no more, on god don’t gotta fear
brand new 40, when i blow it tryna change bro whole appearance
ain’t upping to get photos, sh-t get lit you bettwr hear it
see chaos when i close my eyes, a soldier in the mirror
why worry what n-ggas on when i know i’m superior?
i might miss lil west and them, try dashing to the game
switching lanes and storming range, ‘scape the hydroplane
pressure on my brain with dark clouds on my head like maine (?)
won’t dart, shoutout my body, this ain’t rick but take a (?)
have you boost foreign a pedal, count the racks, you needa steer
i’m a stuntman baby, what the f-ck i look like living scared
heard a n-gga want me dead so why the f-ck am i still here?
aye, got magic money, make a p-ssy disappear
she want magic from me had to grind too hard to get right here
been sipping tris with shochu with jemim’ still crack a beer
gallery and depop skate clothes, how i’m not the freshest here?
i don’t try tell it with fake hoes, keep the realest b-tches here
i been building sh-t like legos, once i’m rich i’m outta here
and we been rich, i mean rich as tryna be a billionaire
i ain’t never had no (?) like who wanna be a millionaire
still rock thousand dollar goggles (?) we millionaires
til they free my pops up out the cell i’m giving n-ggas h-ll
stacking checks to catch them right in traffic, f-cking pay the bills
tryna get my mind up out the trenches, feel like i’m stuck right there
out in oz smoking out the og by the time you here
out in oz tryna get a (?) trophy next year
[part ii: niontay]
f-ck you n-ggas hating
now if you got shorted lil n-gga and you stop making it
gang don’t even know how to 3d print it, he finna make him one
before i cap for that weak ass p-ssy, they gotta pay for something
i’m scared he gon’ pray or something, i reach way out where the lakers from
b-tch we in la and minneapolis, we getting after it
every time i smoke n-gga ain’t no smoke til sh-t get hazardous
can’t blame my slime for being a slime, sh-t get treacherous
lets get a lil fried, take a lil rest if the b-tch get next to me
i’m an american n-gga, i got hoes that look like jada see
had to tell my dog i don’t wait on n-ggas so they don’t wait on me
had to tell my slime, imma snake on em really if a n-gga gon’ snake on me
like n-gga, don’t pray on me, my white hoe got k on me
n-gga keep talking that sh-t, and see me on top, and ain’t gon’ talk about it
n-gga keep talking bout still looking for n-ggas, boy i don’t walk the mile
n-gga lil b-tch is a eater, she is a goer, why’re you in denial?
i don’t wanna hear bout them heaters, me i use a n-gga, put him in the ground
lately i been on my top, lately i been- been on my top a bit
you don’t know no smack, don’t know a shooter, n-gga’s stay oktivist
lil n-gga don’t get the message, don’t get the pic, not even crop the sh-t
you n-ggas buying them glizzy just to flex and ain’t even shot the sh-t
baby i want your mind, want your heart, want your esophagus
n-gga that weak ass song, need d-mn near a dub if you want me to hop on it
shut the f-ck up, minding your business get you a lotta sh-t
so shut the f-ck up and mind yo business, b-tch, i’m outta here

- nakel smith

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