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letra de balance - overpade

[intro]
f-ck
and blew hate at me like fans
you blew hate at me like fans, that’s not—
yeah
uh

[verse 1]
c’est la vie, rolling up two grams (yeah)
back when they smokin’ up some smarties and blew hate at me like fans
i was mad (yeah)
i put my f-cking foot up on the gas
and i crashed like kids hyped off the sugar on the pan
would’ve been a sp-ce inside a grave (yeah)
would’ve been a painting on the pavement, i guessed i saved it (what?)
man, i come from flooded basemеnts and bank statements
i said i’d work until i’m famous and keep banging (boom, boom)
but now i’m not evеn there
i hibernate like a bear
rap n-ggas tryna spit in my ear
couldn’t make me feel a bit of a fear
my parents either dead to me or they living up there
in new york, where life’s cold, stale, bitter, and fair
anyone can get some money if you willing to spare
a life
i steal souls with the edge of a knife
i poke holes in a bed of your lies
i’ll make you lie in a—
[bridge]
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
uh, uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah)
grave!
uh (hey)
yeah

[verse 2]
uh, i’m never petty back, bro
you tryna hit about it, you know where i’m at, ho
make a brain freeze when i get the dracold
don’t do hey-hi’s, if you touch me, catch a halo (boom, boom, boom, boom)
since yea low
i been better since ye wrote
cash rules nothing around me
i pulled the ropes, i drove the boat
i made this, i’m famous, i pave the road (yeah)
lose pain like loose change when life change and grows
like your roots when your braids are hanging low
ain’t n0body can say you dope
n-gga whiter than packaged columbian coke
sh-t! (yeah)

[outro]
n-gga whiter than packaged columbian coke (packaged columbian coke? that is—that’s crazy)
knife at your throat [?]
n-gga put a donut in your nose (woo)
ain’t n0body f-cking with o
—verpade

- overpade

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