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letra de 23 (couple mil by...) - original pete b

(intro)
it must’ve been nice to have an “in” with this music sh-t cuz now we all get fed your fake garbage
f-ck the entertainment biz, what i make is art, why? i’m an artist

swear i spit the hardest, put my heart in it
feel me? heart-ist
i’m in this till i die, regardless
swear i don’t just rap like this i’m really f-ckin’ crazy
realest mother f-cker in this, these other dudes fugazi
stretch your girl out gymnast hate me
these peeps are so one directional
they goin’ both ways, bis-xual
and i go places y’all never go
i meant lyrically, i’m all over the map
spiritually, no idea where i’m at
believe in my god he believes in me back
can’t fail at all while believing in that
might sell a lil more if i rap about -ss
f-ck all that noise i’m not rappin’ bout that
remember in cl-ss havin’ panic attacks
wasn’t made to sit, was made to react
go crazy -ss
stuck in my mom’s bas-m-nt, thinkin’ about the basics, ponderin’ my placement, waitin’ for the base hits
dis remember superior lyrics than those that were on your so called album
this mixtape is better than that album and i’m not where you’re at yet?
mother f-cker how come?
the variable to your outcome
smart music, ya’ll dumb
(go in pete)
mother f-ckers bounce up and down like yoyos
custard creamy ya’ll just froyo
b-tches dancin’ but they not gogo
went, kris kringle point ’em out… hoho
laving you b-tches wordless
peep me while i do this here, gopro
lyrics is the best, your’s are pretty so-so
understand what i’m sayin’ when i get on my go flow?
where you from young man?
wiscansin, grab the music game by the sack and i’m holdin’ it for ransom
d-mn son! where learn to rap from?
jay, em, cudi, and ye
i studied they sh-t like every day but this is me
own today, i’m on today
studio here is my promised place, my promised land
gonna get known, rub it in your face
no repet-tive track
don’t need that sh-t never used vyvanse
no add but maybe me if you put a h in place of letter three
hmmm… whatever
concept of money is such bullsh-t that its funny
made it my mentality, so half my thoughts is “money money”
its a catch twenty-two
double that up, need fourty-four
cuz my girl needs new shoes, my medical, plus new doors
they making songs solely bout shoes
i think that’s just ironic
is it you who gets to choose?
or those ghost writers, non-platonic
i’m not stupid, not moronic
just too many crown and tonics
i’m shootin’ off to pluto past the moon, wallace, and gromit
bout to vomit on these b-tches
think my life is easy? live it
if fam needs something, don’t stop until i mother f-ckin’ get it
who you mother f-ckas’ kiddin’?
y’all grimm brothers story tellin’
loud speaker to the whole world
get ’em to believe the sh-t you say
hanging on to every word
they stick to that sh-t like burrs
gettin five year olds to curse
in they defense, its only word
bout to surge my way to the top
until the floor under me d-drop
no nba i will not flop
in it til i’m old and grey coach pop
look, into my eyes and you gon’ see all the pain i kept i me
waiting for someone to invest in me, invest in pete
cuz no one got the best of pete
check my demands for a deal
i’m just trying to get a couple mil by the time im twenty-three, twenty-three, twenty-three

- original pete b

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