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letra de masterpiece - odi loss

(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

odi loss:
uh, look –
masterpiece or master plan
master peace and master man
life is like a deck of cards, a massa dealing trashy hands
ducking labels f-ck advances –
f-ck the odds, i’m taking chances
talk to god, he lift my eyelids, sun was beaming in my iris
d-mn, it’s lit to be amazing, lost my twin inside the matrix
writing for his –
aye

write this sh-t so i can heal myself, because this life sh-t crazy
covid left my cuzzo pushing daisies
f-ck you trying to tell me?
government ain’t gave us but 1200, think they kinda failed us
do they dirt, then clean the sh-lls up
i’m from where they lift the “ls” up
off the woods, ain’t picking nails up
bro got locked, i pick the bail up
there go 12, we pick the tail up
spin the block, i know the neighbors, pulling in there
pulled it off, the move was decent
i ain’t talk about the details, cause that’s how them dudes be tweakin, leave it there, uh
hoodie off, the room was reeking
tally up my next deposit, bagging up, resume the sequence, godly thesis
masterpiece or master plan
master piece and master man
life is like a deck of cards, and massa dealing trashy/trashy
rest in peace, a master plan
recoechi:
eastside
i mastered peace, a master plan
mistakes makes a mastered man
where i’m from it’s broken dreams, the hearts of man, unmaster plans
break our souls, divide the man
then tell us go, divide the grams
put us in them cages for what they made legal, this sh-t a scam
dawg, man i’m 25 now
and i done seen so much sh-t that i could f-cking cry now
and i can’t help but let it bottle in, that anger had turned had turned to anguish
when i seen cuzzo on that toilet dawg, that pain never went painless
now imagine if your brother slain or was taken off these streets
some people might just pray it out, my () grab they piece, like
“f-ck peace?” this cycle – war, disease, off, on repeat
ain’t know reneging on your flag when you up in this sh-t knee-deep
cold clip a () broad daylight
don’t you go to church, now
see, he had to be that tough guy, now we all on church grounds
thinkin back up on our childhood, and when i think about just how good we had seen all them sport dreams
and how we all on dope now
my generation, different bodies what these people gloat ’round
laughing at this phase of death, this life ain’t sh-t to joke round
don’t flow around

- odi loss

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