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letra de hanz freestyle - oliver francis

[intro]
yo
yo

[verse]
ayy, been at this sh-t for a minute
i’ve been runnin’ with the same dudes since the beginning
homie, y’all need to listen, your favorite rappers is mad soft
twistin’ up the spliff, i hit that sh-t and i blast off, yeah
ooh, if i was you i’d be jealous
got that pretty boy swagger, i feel like soulja boy tell ’em
now there ain’t sh-t you can tell us, we sippin’ drinks wit’ umbrellas
i had enough of y’all emissions, i pull up in the tesla, ayy
way that i been spittin’ dope, b-tch, you can bag it up
tell these label a&r’s to ease the f-ck up off my nuts
ain’t signing sh-t ’cause they ain’t payin’ what i’m due
i’m just tryna kick a rap without no one to answer to, yeah
all my life, i thought that all i wanted was some clout
turns out that i just wanted somebody to hear me out
now i’m stuck in a car underwater and i can’t get out
screamin’, “what the f-ck, can anybody out there hear me now?”
yo, so now i gots to lay my armor down
spit some real sh-t, sit on the couch and blaze another ounce
my homies and my family best believe that i’ma hold ’em down
you find us in miami with baby and we be rollin’ loud
this sh-t is more than punchlines, this my real life
i’m in some polo ralph lauren, lookin’ real nice
i was broke as f-ck, homie, you gotta realize
i kept my eyes on the prize and i made this sh-t mine
ooh, we smokin’ dope in the civic
i make a beat, i grab the mic, and then i proceed to k!ll it
i’m just a regular dude, more than a vibe, it’s the truth
i got a habit for spendin’ my cash on polo and shoes
this for the kids who go and turn their bedroom into a stu’
you know i am and i will always be a kid just like you
yeah, i remember feelin’ stuck, was all alone in my room
would always stay up late as f-ck and then i wake up at noon
but we the new school, soundcloud and youtube
hard to find your truth, everybody want confuse you
i been tryna walk a righteous path, spark the blunt and fl!ck the ash
turkey bag full of gas, you might see me blowin’ past in that
mercedes benz, b-tch, i copped it myself
i ain’t got no mommy-daddy money, ain’t had no help
f-ck all that gucci and balenciaga, i rock the ralph
man y’all keep tryna be each other, i’ma just be myself, yo

- oliver francis

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