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letra de not a diss track - quadeca

[verse]
if my life is a movie, then that sh-t is boring, i do not involve with drama
but i’m still quoted more than the f-ckin’ dalai lama
this for the white kids who still singing that thotiana
in the back of they mom’s new honda saying: “please play the song mo bamba!”
this for all the maury show contestants who really are the father
this for the b-tch with the hydroflask instead of the bottled water
i don’t need a f-cking alma mater to make my alma mater
i mean my alma matter
i’m looking at they angry face mistake it all for laughter
i’m throwing laterals with life, ain’t dropped the ball but i just toss it backwards
and in the face of every open door, i’m walking backwards
the signs more encrypted than stalin’s p-sswords
my enemies must like kendrick lamar’s d-mn alb-m
the way i got ’em talking backwards, “please check your dm’s”
nah b-tch, i would have to follow back first, it’s not gon’ happen
but looking back i have fallen faster
gave so many pages of my life to them that i lost some chapters
yeah, they don’t want a friendship
they wanna spot on that private jet and they friend’s ship
yeah, b-tches see me hold my tongue and it make ’em all wanna french kiss
want my bread to have some drip, i asked the chef for french dip
yeah, i’m hispanic but she f-ck me like i’m a french man
i’m graduating but i act like i’m a f-cking freshman
just to raise they expression when my name is mentioned
i always meet the deadlines, never banged an extension
never claimed to be anything but great and i meant it
the other day i asked god why he made an exception
or did he rig it like russians did invading elections?
these my favorite questions
this the sh-t i prayed and stressed when depraved and neglected
making impressions, i must’ve made an impression
i think i stayed for a second too long
made an impressive new song
came to collect my dues on
checking my name like luggage
my plan came with coverage
yeah, put that sh-t in a f-cking mausoleum
my numbers so high even god can see ’em
i mean god can see everything, but he can really see it
i just jumped into the game, i f-cking philly d’d it
sorry, i been missing cl-ss, i been too busy teaching
nah, ain’t n-body spitting facts, they been too busy reaching
man, i just went and talked to g*nius, dropped a billboard, shot a vid
and hit the charts so you could say it’s been a busy weekend
f-ck everybody in the comments who going “say it faster”
i don’t give a sh-t, playboi carti’s my favorite rapper
old-heads so confused by the f-cking matter
invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers
a soundcloud rapper, “not a thought for the art”
well, check a year later, those rappers at the top of the charts, so
check the program, old man, time to get hip with it
they still judging my song by the platform used to distribute it
have i surp-ssed the status of a youtube rapper or set the bar?
one of the other, so let’s decide what the records are
can’t decide what my message is
can’t provide ’em with every part
can’t define it or align with a specific sound without heading far off
i got stylistic adhd
this probably the longest i’ve rapped on the same beat
and when i say on the beat, i mean that sh-t loosely
i mean that sh-t moves me, i mean it never gets through to me, it drifts through me
check the television again
think i just decided i’m ready to be the man, yeah
huh, think i’m ready to be the man
graduating with a mil’, i got everything in my hand
i’ve done everything that i planned, i’m too calculated for calculus
got you shaking when you f-cking dream, i’m sleep paralysis
since the alb-m hit, i’ve been stackin’ chips tryna balance sh-t
really pulling strings, got my fingers covered in calluses
yeah, think i’m ready to be the hottest
cop versace to replace all the skeletons in my closet
chilling with grapes in my mouth, ain’t that divine?
still got three years before i can legally have a gl-ss of wine
i’m like a tax bracket, i make a cl-ss divide
and cl-ssify my raps and rhymes as the blood of a mastermind
these artists lack the grind
don’t have the time to write they tracks and lines
i mix and master mine, so before i draw it, get back in line
try to block my shine but i make ’em look like a bad curtain
ain’t that certain, a fast return, now i’m back working
that’s an understatement like saying hitler’s a bad person
or like shane dawson saying he’s more of a cat person
yeah, i treat every single verse like it’s my last verse
and i’ve been carrying so many tracks that my back’s hurtin’
i’m back lurking, more awkwardly than your dad flirting
cutting up a beat ’til it’s bl–dy like i’m a bad surgeon

[outro]
oh, sh-t
that was four minutes of bars

- quadeca

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