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letra de never know - nok

too real to pretend
yea he feel it again
like you in ya feelings got the steel to ya chin
and you dealing
wit the real and its grim
mind is reeling
are they foes are they friends
tryna paint a picture
and exposing the lens
take a stroll, just to feel the cold from the wind
you can bet no regrets, yeah its told wit a grin
its the, life that i lead, and i chose in the end
many is swift
plenty can spit
n-gg-s gone real just tempt me to split
if i had a penny for every enemy penning against me
i’d be eventually rich
identiies switch when tendancies shift
im readily wit, how petty we get
whether verbal or deadly
purging on everyone serving a medley
verse of the century
perfect in fact
purpose is that
it ain’t what it appear on the surface
certain my raps
murkin these cats
closing these n-gg-s curtains
surfin the map
az and back
n-gg-s be saying he crazy
praying they say me aim for the day these
b-tch n-gg-s attempting to play me

life been b-tch
nights in a pinch, like a playa at the plate
keep striking the ptich
might strike it rich or i might get a hit
might sip a fifth, with my sights on a win
(neva know)

yall silent wit the disses
im violent and vicious
told these n-gg-s real but i don’t sense it
im suspicious
told these n-gg-s live and still i’m lookin
but i’m squinting
im holding it inside
and it’s cookin
every sentence
see the game fixed
like its putin, and elections
but what remains is theres cat
you just shouldn’t, intersect wit
im meaning of being seasoned
freeze em when i’m breathin
misleading if you read em
like a tree thats changing seasons
fifth generation slave and im tasting freedom
rape and hate a nation made
and the foul policing
while the crowds increase
powers meet makin sure the sound deceased
talent weak add anotha tally
thats a style we seen
b-tches bad in the video kept the denali clean
cats was hype beat was fresh and homie had a rowdy team
but that was it the practice at this current time is lackin
they distractions and the aftermath is where we at its saddening

life been b-tch
nights in a pinch, like a playa at the plate
keep striking the ptich
might strike it rich or i might get a hit
might sip a fifth, with my sights on a win
(neva know)

- nok

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