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letra de atm/crescendo - noizick

atm/crescendo lyrics
part 1: atm

verse:
all this money but no immortality
all this money but no slight humanity
this money couldn’t control your insanity
you’re stacking all the papers, you live in oblique reality

automatic, all dramatic, all reactive
creation of a mess, maybe go rehab it
i’m so full of sh-t, that’s just my normal habit
like f-ck it, control it, and maybe go in on it

i’m here, waiting…
i don’t give a f-ck what you motherf-ckers stating
i don’t give a f-ck what your babymama’s baking
imma k!ll you all, never get this sh-t mistaken

minus the ‘stache b-tch, i’m a f-cking legend (woo)
300 b-tches, i gotta find my trojan (woo)
f-cked out of my mind, everything slow motion (woo)
slop top in the drop top, reviving potion

you think you got more money and more b-tches
you don’t know, but your hoe, she just waiting for your riches
punching your f-ckface leads to 1000 stitches
posting you duck face leads to 1000 leaches
you don’t know how my anger unleashes
you have no sort of idea how i’m hitting these peaches (aye)
i k!lled this f-cking game, i took all of your b-tches
i leveled up this game and took away your mrs

my shots hitting a-1, i don’t ever miss it
money in the bank, i don’t ever chase it
i’m the master, i’m the kingpin of the circus;
you’re trapped, this is your end, you don’t wanna miss it

money in shambles
you looking at my shoe while i look at your sandals
your babymama groove to my music b-tch, you can’t do sh-t
she got my every single lyric b-tch, you can’t even spit

part 2: crescendo

verse:
heartless motherf-cker, no similes, got no synonym
mother had to question the god, father, the son in him
too much gassing made that boy feeling like he got some in him
in retrospect, he was too useless, no one would summon him

h-e-double hockey sticks, blessed enough for upper bricks
labelled as an easy target cause my father fell for tricks
what a bunch of egoistic b-tches in the family
granny should’ve aborted y’all, but she didn’t knew what’s quality
things are f-cking sad to witness, i just cannot keep it up
brainwashed-deadbeat dad, ma couldn’t help enough
manipulative sisters, mama already look so done enough
drinking, chain-smoking, dude, this man just couldn’t help enough

wonder how his higher ancestors would’ve envisioned him
wonder if his friends that he call him, would even pray for him
interchanging bms, dry-deserted dms
gets deserted by his friends, reality still didn’t hit him

stole my momma chain and her hard-earned salary
still had nerves on him “what the f-ck you even done for me?”
you were struggling to breathe in my sofa, little pr-ck
could’ve disowned ya right after, but still kept your little b-tch

questioned my upbringings and my culture and my status
i’d stay f-cking silent, ominous, but became violent
but i k!ll it like i’m amazon cause b-tch i’m in my prime
so i slapped that little piece of sh-t cause she’s done her time

just like my mama, you kicked me out, f-cking 7 in the evening
twisted situations, n0body wanna believe in it
“that’s it, we’re done, we don’t wanna hear your side”
that’s the first and the last time you’ve spat on our pride

middle child once almost took out her husband’s life
the f-ck this b-tch didn’t know what a heart attack looks like?
better come for this smoke and i’ll leave a bigger cavity
bigger than the one you left out, now you’ve raised my agony
n0body gives a flying f-ck about his younger sister
sitting in a corridor, cause she don’t got no mister
avatar word-bender, but she good at tongue-twister
never wished ill, but hope you suffer blood blisters

cause these sisters got a giant ego for some reason
but all their f-cking lives they be committing treason
only difference is mother’s side did something deserving
and father’s side did nothing, now she ain’t f-cking breathin’

now i…

chorus:
(yeah)
s-s-set my bars high, like crescendo
i’m too f-cking powerful, like a haunted endo
i ain’t even playin’ with you, we ain’t even friends bro
i don’t ever play games, i don’t own nintendo

s-s-set my bars high, like crescendo
i’m so f-cking powerful, like a haunted endo
i ain’t even playin’ with you, we ain’t even friends bro
i don’t ever play games, i don’t own nintendo

outro:
ten, ten…
(all this money but no immortality)
ten, ten…
(all this money but no immortality)

- noizick

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