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letra de dead presidents (freestyle) - problm child

it’s quite evident, my flow is heaven sent, my style is elegant
so sl!ck with words, i’ll probably run for president
trying to make it in this game without all the devil sh-t
cl-ss is in session, grab a pencil n-gga, let’s begin
and don’t believe that hollywood, that sh-t is all pretend
they’ll try to get your soul, exchange for a new benz
they’ll give you fake praise, praying that your glory ends
hoping that you grant death wishes that come from many men
but f-ck that p-ssy sh-t my n-gga, go and get your ends
and spit inside the of face of cowards trying to make amends
you see the acting like a camera with the perfect lens
pac even told you not to have no motherf-cking friends
that’s just some game to keep in back of my mind
and don’t ever lose focus when i’m out on the grind
cause when i rhyme, something special happens every time
i’m the greatest, something like ali in his prime
i walk the block so humble in this concrete jungle
with my eyes on the prize and i’ll be ready to hunt you
and i ain’t turning down sh-t, no i ain’t gonna duck you
and if it come down to it best believe i’ll buck you
but i ain’t even on that so let’s get back to my rhymes
i put so much emotion when i’m spitting these lines
hoping that the world feel it when i spit every time
and ain’t gonna stop until the whole world is mine

- problm child

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