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letra de true - phily skeamz

skeamz
rest in peace juice wrld
has a girl ever rode you after you came
victim of a hit-and-run
you just stay in your lane
wrote your millionth verse
when you ain’t in the game
been stabbed in the back
have no one feel you pain
when you want respect
n-ggas think that it’s fame
you don’t claim a set
n-ggas think you in gangs
you ain’t did sh-t wrong
and n-ggas say you the blame
try to make a name
and n-ggas say that you vain
ever got p-ssy
cause of stereotypes?
understand your type
and seen you two were alike
seduce thеn k!ll mics
’cause i’m mean when i’m nicе
when the girl that you like
just have a miami vice
and don’t take your advice
while living a double life
cut throat with a knife
chase vodka with ice
raw s-x just roll the dice
stay up text goodnight
roll up catch a flight
while these demons i fight
my relationships dramatic
diplomatic with addicts
cause havoc, we lost the magic
bad habits, hiding your mavericks
or marlboros, blood has froze
from conniving hoes
done with those, just how it goes
get off, pick up your clothes
think i mischose
th-rns grow on your perfect rose
world imploded
no one knows all smiles with the bros
no covid shows
studio closed, i’m just tryna glow
asylum flows
i upload ignored by ceos
ever let down yourself
and all you fans
ever blow bands
on sh-t you don’t understand
or a helping hand who don’t give a d-mn
just to hear your jam
i can drowned then swam
is how it all began
ever ran into traps
just when you land like d-mn
man they dressed like the taliban
deep in them minivans
ain’t all about the cheese
just an outlet done with ease
could make 101 of these
murder in the 1st degree
n-ggas ain’t f-ck wit me
i ain’t share my studio
little do they know
my dad’s shut my bro’s down before
ain’t my house yo
and my dad doesn’t blow the dro
moved on the low
n-ggas like where the f-ck you go
ever been called rich you ain’t have jack
where my galaxy foams at
you know that’s cap
from three story flats
to woodbridge traps
i guess that’s where i’m at
i just have to adapt
r.i.p to kyree, that man was like family
we all inked moe, gang gang it amg
still feel guilty, ain’t go to your funeral
was flying to cali
your baby girl beautiful
ever have your outlet a target for racism
n-ggas think you dumb
and you ain’t a musician
your whole genre shunned
was a conscious discussion
people jump to conclusions
asking like where you from
you ain’t toating the guns
these n-ggas bitting they tongue
put a slug in ya lungs
bet now you play my album
that’s just the fordson
road in me it won’t fade
in this game you can’t save
reset if you get played
this world’s twisted in braids
depending on how you raised
streets gimme road rage
like to misbehave
still stuck in my ways
is how finago was made
stopped being afraid
but ambition delayed
it’s like i’m stuck in a maze
i had more to say but f-ck it

- phily skeamz

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