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letra de iso outro - prota

tell that b-tch to give me sp-ce, i go crazy like my blunt was
f-cking laced, i ain’t ducking i ain’t shielding up this
40 to yo face pour that 40 in my red solo
cup like i’m toby keith, sweat no n-ggas that’s for
hoes talking twisted on the kid like they name was keith
boy i smoke keish for tryna bring that drama in my life
and still i rise maya angelou n-gga, lou
will with the handle my n-gga my son looking more like
me everyday he real handsome my n-gga, in this
booth i’m a phantom my n-gga ay turn the phantom power
on so i can reach through every channel my n-gga
everywhere but never random my n-gga and every verse is like a
ransom my n-gga, i deliver sh-t express like a
panda my n-gga, if a n-gga not the best then what’s the
answer my n-gga i talk heat that can’t n0body hold a
candle to n-gga you acting like a real b-tch, boy i
oughta call you landon my n-gga na f-ck that that n-gga
harder than you

i got lines like a cardigan
fool, i pack bowls and still chief feeling super and
bold, i’m still sick i need the soup in the bowl, high as
f-ck feel supremely in tune, too grounded like i’m
buried in tombs, i’m too grounded like i’m tripping off
shrooms, i was groomed for this rap sh-t. i still
got a cr-p list, imma sh-t on everybody when a
n-gga blow. i’m talking blow like a
c4, i’m still smoking la purple like
carushow, sh-t ain’t the same boy i got up out that
loop tho, still tryna raise my f-cking loot tho
still run this route gotta juke tryna let em all
know this not a fluke tho. a dictator on this
mic you know i rule flows, speaking on rules ion
follow those, a n-gga move for myself and my
fam ion follow hoes, it’s crazy now i shoot a
text to my father tho
now i’m in the coupe riding top speed
i think i like rapping off key
and it’s a fact you can’t f-ck with me
cause if you could sh-t you would n-gga
look n-gga, i’m good n-gga, you n-ggas take
life like frat n-ggas and wood n-gga and me it’s on
sight so ion go to my hood n-gga, i hope you doing
straight fool, i get deep sousaphone my
current mood, i check on the current news walk with a
limp so you know i’m a pimp too, crying bout these
hoes yeah i know you a simp dude, smoking on
ice so a n-gga can stay cool

imma good dude don’t make me have to
change that, cause good vibes turn to gats with the
cognac, can’t wait to see you turn to where the h-ll that
n-gga at, i’m working on my temper, a college
grad and a gang member. my n-ggas only
know the cold me like it’s d-mn december
a leo n-gga man i feel like i’m a f-cking simba
i went away but i gotta come back to be got
d-mned remembered, i dismembered and
reassembled, i’m still tryna find a way to get on
jimmy kimmel. it’s crazy how a lil
rapping turned me to a f-cking symbol, n-gga
that don’t know how to crash
i told them n-ggas better kiss my ass
matter fact you better kiss the gas
from the fire that i’m writing n-gga
i’m not online i’m outside n-gga, tryna get up
out that box gotta put your mind in drive n-gga. i’m
tryna build the prota hive where all my fans know a
n-gga spitting truth, ain’t no f-cking lies my n-gga

- prota

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