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letra de radical$ - raffthereal

[verse:1]
born a king within, crowned by old me
f-ck a feel gimmick get owned to molding
born da vin shepard, in a town of obeys
distract the pain keeper, get loved by them sore sins
get off the base, missin’ two keys in car bay
body the meat, cover the flesh in dough layers
suprise an 8 feet, against the laws (baby)
leave the miss kissin’ addicted to balmain
i dipped the bread lipids through god’s lip
dripping like michael phelyps on the top ten
deal with life, do or die like cobaine
leave the brain synched, get pilled by the drug waves
and it’s all day
sitting in the block
clock tickin’ 19s with a glock, (b-tch)

[verse:2]
blank coin tag on chain, coming from canada
eating zombies for brains, lookin’ for amateurs
the little life hard to p-ss, fill it with cannabis
gather all these heads then stamp with a timberland
done sniffin’ c0ke i’m bored like marlyn manson
then it turn out green i thought it was some cannabis
spit on the spliff, trip higher catch an accident
split the mirror to fight, magnus maximus
flip coin on it’s head we’re chosen by the chief
cause we, played together till we hit the bar within’ grief
arose obnoxious kids got us lost in sh-t
action speak louder than chains y’all still mouths to feed

[verse:3]
heads boppin, dogs barkin
cutting throat wasn’t option but streets lackin’
cold blooded iced when the feds knockin’
leaving doors open but who’s coming?
getting wrapped on the floor to the morgue (puppet)
question where and how and with whom dropped?
we fight back to stop it and it grows with the kid
they ain’t been afraid till .40 c-cked in this b-tch
i’m under the influence cause the 12 f-ckin’ me
they don’t know sh-t about running the gardens peek
and hard to believe, getting gunned on the floor by a weak
i ain’t rich i’m making millions like meek
break the bas-m-nt like an alchemist
carrying the cancer sticks
cook the dust in the opposite
life on the plug no matter what the outcome is

[outro:]
wars on the human twice
moving dust through the uber drives
bl–dy mary on the phone a side
hide in the ‘roof & play later the cuba card
the cops aside, the rats, and the folks are drived
my juicy lines, revolutionized the coolest lives
i’m catching ears three times like obie trice

- raffthereal

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