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letra de time to shine - o'mighty zeus

yo, respect is not given, it’s earned bro
letting you herbs know, the way i’m spitting, could burn dro
n-ggas is straight p-ssy, so they kittens in boots
they be hating, rookies know i got this game in a noose
aim and you shoot, you still miss
i built this from the ground up, these little sh-ts can catch a real clip
feel this like splinters in ya stomach, you don’t really want it
you want smoke, but you blunted, must be off dope or something
cousin, we was never close, i’m spitting better flows
more dollars than creflo, is you getting checks, no
woah, hoe, you stay on ya knees
and you making low blows, literally
hating on another brother cuz ya pockets is light
b-tches faking like they tougher, say they hotter than ice
i’m the type that get these checks cleared
i do it now, f-ck the next year, then i cut sh-t out, just like some chest hairs
code of the streets, please hold the heat
n-ggas out here seem to be loaded for beef
that man’s a walking brick, yo, he stuffing c0ke in his sneaks
they just low and they sneak, but i holds no critique
watch ’em fold like a seat when the cops near
gold in his t–th, but he got scared, this sh-t is just not rare
a lot of y’all rappers could stop here
you not god’s son, you nasir, got guns and glocks, dear
nah, you not prepared, you scared straight, and petrified
why you keep hiding ya bare face, you scared to die
ya face in cement, why, you talk to rats and roaches
you half my quotients, then you know the gat exploding
yo, they say my heart artificial
i don’t cry about the lies, so don’t p-ss me all the tissue
issues, i don’t have it, they all talk, but never back it
i could swing with a right, but i don’t even have a racquet
but i do have this ratchet, i’ll clank you pr-cks
these n-ggas, yo they really acting, they ain’t legit
i’ll smack a n-gga if i have’ta, they made me p-ssed
f-ck is wrong with these -ssh0l-s, they just ain’t sh-t
take a trip, where you’ll see some crazy sh-t
got k!llers and drug-dealers that’ll blaze the fifth
you prissy n-ggas like taylor swift, ya frail as sh-t
i told y’all i barely spit, they carry fits
everytime i blaze the mic, i’m fairly lit
and n-ggas wasn’t made to fight, they scared and snitch
every f-cking page i write, it’s like a script
so, they just wanna take my life, when crisis hits
i piped ya b-tch, but i ain’t wanna keep her
i trick divas, then i just p-ss on parking meters
i wouldn’t like me neither, you skypin’ with a cheater
yo, i like me a eater, and it’s kinda nice to meet ya
you don’t really got the stripes, tryna be in them adidas
i be sliding in a beamer, with a pint of the liter
she a treesha, not a keeper, why ya so eager
b-tches chuckin’ on my wood, sh-t reminds me of a beaver
y’all not adamant when versing me
ya money, it stay subtracting, cuz you ain’t earning g’s
n-ggas’ll smack you to the dirt, cuz you a earthly seed
don’t act you’ve heard of me, you just a t-rd with fleas
n-gga

- omighty zeus

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