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letra de demon$ getting $tronger, pt. ii - pkayz

[intro]
it’s k.o.s.b in this motherf-cker
everything is everything dawg

[verse]

uh, it ain’t what we do when you ain’t looking
its the will to keep on pushing
beyond average
just a young maverick
tryna appeal to the masses
i promise i ain’t gaslit
although i know i’m blunt with it
n-ggas out here capping
and wonder why we don’t f-ck with it…
we’re just some kids out in the streets so when we’re fathers we’ll be home
i’m farther from home
facing demons i don’t know
its a slippery slope
just hold on to yourself cause they won’t throw you a rope
when you’re stuck in holе
asking questions like
“mxm, is this rap sh-t worth it
in the country i’m in?
is thе capping working?
making money lying?”
we don’t need no lie detectors
it’s all in the rhyming
even if they try reject us
we know it’s bout timing
this that turning habits to hobbies
then turning that to a passion
these other cats is just copies
they’re counterfeits and they’re capping
i’m burning caps with this hot heat
learning all of the tactics
the realest rappers are note these
industry n-ggas trapping
bragging ’bout a lifestyle that the audience can’t relate to
yeah they show u love, behind facades they f-cking hate you
cause you’re the leaving proof of all the things that they just can’t do
yall should be more grateful instead of waiting for a thank you
’cause the bigger scheme of things
never ever gave a f-ck about your bigger skeem of fiends
we was avoiding death so much that we forgot to live
you get what you give but we didn’t get to give
’cause sh-t was getting real
i’m in winchester hills looking at the helicopters flying by
ain’t got opps but i got reddish optics cause i’m high
on my way to heaven, let’s leave h-llish topics for when i die
and even when i die i’ll give the devil options – me or my
alter ego, he did all the sinning don’t forget
you told him to do anything just to get ahead
’cause another suicide, means another n-gga dead
they tweet rest in peace
prayers get lost in twitter thread
so who y’all acting tougher than?
y’all be busy crying in the shower just like muscle man
money can’t buy happiness, give it to me in duffle bags
i know a lot would fumble that, rest assured i would double that
middle finger to uncle sam, i know many would mumble that
n-ggas don’t got punchlines i’m dishing out all these knuckle raps
man i’m on the come up, if i get there i ain’t coming back
demons getting stronger but they don’t want no trouble man…

- pkayz

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