letra de election - prince d
[intro: prince d]
hey, seems like it
well, if that’s the answer, of course
you know, rachel, don’t…
[chorus: prince d]
the stackin’ i’m stackin’ i’m stackin’ the wins
was chillin’ before, now i’m locked in again
was hustlin’ on team, no quits in the bins
now i’m back in the lab, now watch how it ends
no brakes on the wave, no need for a trim
the vision was cloudy, now i shine through the lens
losing my chains, no need for pretend
catchin’ my dreams that don’t even bend
[verse 1: prince d]
this the hour that i’m clockin’ in
that i will go to what i’m back to spend
but i tell heaven’s no oxygen
call up the kuya who back it’s him
they feign they care, i don’t take a bite
handle the smoke, they handle the mic
fly as a jet when i’m takin’ that flight
call up count thompson, i ain’t talkin’ no mic
now it’s time for the hug, them people don’t look
i’m ridin’ these lines like i’m flippin’ a bug
they playin’ this sh-t while i’m breakin’ the rules
turn nothin’ to somethin’, i move like a crook
metals ain’t, metals ain’t stopping me
wearing the doom like a prophecy
no one can stop me, it’s legacy
listen to carti, not hennessy
don’t know venmo got cash at
taking a sl!ck, i’ma clap back
get the receipts in this backpack
she want the clap, but i pass that
[verse 2: grxmrj]
i’m sending these bullets like hashtags
ain’t a b-tch wanna f-ck, so i break her back
gotta chop out my side and then clap
and he say it get real in his streets but we know he cap
hollow tips by my side rippin’ through his face
i’m from new york, that part that you can’t escape
i be poppin’ that b-tch like it’s 2k
it get weird on this earth, n-ggas too gay
and yo b-tch wanna f-ck on the green bay
got the b-tton on this b-tch, yeah, i let it spray
c and d, and remember, we catchin’ lobs
n-ggas hatin’ too much, all they do is gob
[chorus: prince d]
the stackin’ i’m stackin’ i’m stackin’ the wins
was chillin’ before, now i’m locked in again
was hustlin’ on team, no quits in the bins
now i’m back in the lab, now watch how it ends
no brakes on the wave, no need for a trim
the vision was cloudy, now i shine through the lens
losing my chains, no need for pretend
catchin’ my dreams that don’t even bend
[outro: grxmrj]
i f-cked this b-tch, her p-ssy legit
lil’ ass n-gga with a big ass stick
hold up my chopper, i’m sprayin’ this b-tch
hike me the ball, cause i’m servin’ the pitch
you dissin’ us, but your pocket’s not it
c and d n-gga, we crackin’ and dip
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