letra de high key (prod. wilky) - pmbata
mic check, 1 2 1 2
i already knew the mic worked before this, i didn’t have to do that. that was just for show
pm!
ay, yeah i’m back on my bullsh-t like i never left it
who the f-ck is failure? babygirl, i never met him
stranger things been going down, i’m not talking ‘leven
ain’t no millie bobby brown, but i still got drake in my mentions
this be this fire no pension, i’m broke as f-ck so i can’t pay attention
still pull up in the coupe like chicken, no i don’t own this sh-t, it was just rented
no, i’m not scared to admit it, i’m schooling rappers like they got admitted
when i hear their music i’m cringing, i take their spot like they just got evicted
i cannot quit this, even when people tryin’ to make me
even when haters tell me they hate me, but f-ck it
i got their girl in the cut, she wanting to date me
i’m everything other than f-cking lazy
my squad h-lla baked, i ain’t talking pastries
i’m pushing the limit ’til i push stages
your baby g-ssing me up like i just pulled up to a kcs
oh sh-t, if you still bump my old sh-t
and rock with my new sh-t, i’ll treat you like an old friend
no cap, ain’t no f-cking lid
oh she mad, but i don’t sweat her, i do not know how to knit
this is that part that i dreamed ’bout
my momma glad i make hits now
my homie better than me, sh-t
i think i might go to his house
i’m sitting patient like er
remember when i got a big scar?
blood on my shirt and my hands
happy my level ain’t restart
no game over, need a range rover
i paint her face, that’s a makeover
no game over, this a takeover
i’m taking shots, no hangover
i hang ten, like surfs up, y’all hating that i murder
like every f-cking beat i heard of, now i got the rap game stirred up
ay, i stir the pot, my thermos hot, and first of all, i’m versatile, my verses pop
i learned a lot, i earned my spot, i purchased all the sh-t you saw right behind me
ugh, i don’t spend my money wisely
i just spend it on some visine
cuz i keep staring at my screen
learning sh-t that made me brighter than high beams
in my veins, like iv, swear to god, it’s all about timing
one day i’ll pull up to a 5 star restaurant and tell the waiter to surprise me
don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like me
cuz my fam tight, that’s all i need
i was on the bench last year, now i’m the captain of my team
ay, now i’m the captain of my team
all of you cappin’ on ig
i’m out of your range, high key
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