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letra de rap 4 food - omari m'$

(talking)
uh, uh, yeah
mafia regime b-tch

(verse 1)
i need amil like a rocafella deal
what these n-ggas talking bout you on the gram w/ the steal
like you tote that, but n-ggas know that, you ain’t about that
do that round the wrong n-ggas f-cking get ya clout sn-tched

i do this sh-t for fun really think these n-ggas dumb
n-ggas got no f-cking bullets, but n-ggas posting with the gun
you gon get you shot, you keep playing lil n-gga
and i ain’t saying me, but i’m just saying lil n-gga

i hate to say it lil n-gga, mari got this sh-t locked
road to riches, we was never hitting pit-stops
sh-t its my time, n-ggas looking at they wristw-tch
do it for myself, i ain’t here to save hip hop
i pay respect to the legends then a n-gga keep it moving
you other n-ggas part of the problem im the solution
boss like ross, russell simmons, rick rubin
better catch up to don or you get caught up in the movement, n-gga

or you get caught up in the movement
better catch up to don or you get caught up in the movement 2x

(hook)
i hate to say it lil n-gga, mari got this sh-t locked
road to riches, we was never hitting pitstops
sh-t its my time n-ggas looking at they wristw-tch
do it for myself ain’t here to save hip hop

(verse 2)
it’s don b-tch, stop the faking and flaunting
said all that beef sh-t is dead so put the hate in a coffin
if labels coming with the deals, please be ready to bargain
and when i die, at my wake, play the greatest of marvin

all these money hungry hoes they been feeling me lately
n-ggas’ pockets getting slim, so they callin’ me shady
i could help you get some money, ya n-ggas is lazy
if i keep saving everybody who gon’ save me?

yeah, that’s what i thought there ain’t no love for a young n-gga
the smartest thing i ever did was play dumb n-gga
them n-ggas snitches i ain’t gettin’ why they run with ya
put you in the can, gah d-mn guess it’s done n-gga

byrde with the words, i just flip em and stack (marty)
told my n-ggas getting cheese gotta watch for the rats
you see ya n-ggas act like p-ssies, needa get you some plaques
plus ya n-ggas movin’ sloppy needa cover ya tracks, im sayin

(hook)

(talking)
ight you know, aye gotti i appreciate all that
we gon’ rap (wrap) this sh-t up, do the third one
get the f-ck outta here..

(verse 3)
these b-tches ain’t intact all these hoes gon fold
cause all the money in the world turn a warm heart cold
add a little bit of fame she gon sell her soul
you ask me why i don’t cuff she just want some gold
never hearing what you saying n-ggas p-ssy on the low
n-gga champagne sipping, different verse a different flow
she addicted i’m acquitted, i be stashing all the dough
turn my crib into the club, all these hundreds on the flo’

that sh-t light work, ya sh-t might work
the way i see it, never quit until you try first
im going hard until they put me in a white hurst
spitting heat, sh-t get hotter than july first

i rather die first, never let em see me weak
i rather k!ll em second, never let em think it’s sweet
food for thought, never let my n-ggas rap for free
just know ya worth cause n-ggas f-ck you in the industry

- omari m

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