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letra de now they gone see - poetics

[chorus: jarry manna, deandre]

now they gon’ see that we made it
now they gon’ know they was hatin’
now they gon’ know who the greatest
look to my god for the praises
now they gon’ see that we made it
now they gon’ know they was hatin’
now they gon’ know who the greatest
look to my god for the praises
now they gon’ see who made it
now they gon’ know who was hatin’
now they gon’ know who the greatest
look to my god for the praises, whoa (huh, skrr, skrr)

[verse 1: deandre]

hey, deandre, hey, deandre
what it do, yeah
friday, catchin’ vibes
with the, with the crew, yеah
top down
and i ride for the view, yеah
trump battle
and the speakers go boom, yeah
first thing, i’m the hardest
and you know that i love god
i don’t make a move without him
2 times for my papa
get it straight, it’s a g thing
feelin’ like i got a gold ring
come through with the gang gang
puttin’ it all on the track, watch the flame flame
[chorus: jarry manna, xay hill]

[verse 2: xay hill]

it’s what we do, yes, i came here to k!ll it, yeah
i may be a hero, but i hang with some villains
my father’s a rock so who really gon’ k!ll me?
i dab on the devil, i make him look filthy
wait, hold up, who gon’ stop me
i step in the booth and i turn into rocky
god know the end, that’s why i’m so c-cky
i walked outta h-ll and told satan to box me
you never met me, but scope out the scene
i see the vision, don’t call this a dream
i am the rapper that switch up the scene
i am the rapper that live for the king
they- wait, the last bar hurt
that put a lot of fake christians back in the dirt
won’t shut my mouth ’cause i know my worth
this a brand new xay, hope you see the reverse, xay
[chorus: jarry manna]

[verse 3: zae ortiz]

and now they gotta see it though
never lost the drive, always stayin’ in my vehicle
pedal to the medal, where he hoppin’, tell me where to go
never had a option, homie, up was only way to go
still gps-ing god’s personal server
only catch me slippin’ when you seein’ me swervin’
pull up to the house, the tires all on the curb
and i’m screamin’, “yo, get out, it’s time to put the work in”
24/7, 365
i’m still dyin’ to self, listenin’ to tribe
it’s indie though, might put her in a video
i stopped reachin’ for records, but this ending, shout to mineo
i just gotta give it all that i got
let the works before itself and the worship never stop
make my way up to the gates where i’m hearin’, “well done”
h-ll won, never tried, better hold till the next one
[chorus: jarry manna]

- poetics

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