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letra de atmosphere - ralfy the plug

[intro]
(viper)
yeah, the atmosphere better up here
hm

[verse]
he went to the pen’ for givin’ out headshots, he’s a jail blaster
like these rappers a competition of who gon’ tell faster
i cut up all the house but i bought a yachtmaster
i’m indie, i drop when i want, i gots no master
rappers can’t even get fly, ain’t got no budget for fashion
what he spent on his chain was my budget at saks fifth
crash whips and get another one and hope i don’t blamp it
she likе, “why you act right that b-tch?” i’ve never been avеrage
dropped out of school and still graduated ahead of my classmates
b-tch, the only time you ever had money was backpage
all these whips and chains on my neck givin’ me back pain
you either with me or against me, none of that halfway sh-t
she came with half the payment, i handed her a fake d-ck
i told her when she done, come back with somethin’ that makes sense
you can’t be gettin’ high, you only sippin’ fake tris
you believed your dealer when he sold you a fake brick?
you wanna get to my heart, b-tch? don’t miss a payment
it’s plenty of n-ggas out here quick to save you, b-tch
i’m him, not one of them, better make it make sense
all that p-ssy got some powers, can you make it break tricks?
designer shoes on, treatin’ ’em like skateboard kicks
the beat just switched up, so i’m finna punch in
is you gon’ bring all your dough to the m-ffin man?
remember them days with pillow cases, we was stuffin’ bands
b-tch, i can tell you ain’t had no n-gga from the upper class
you probably livin’ at your mama houses on blow-up mattress
i can tell you ain’t never had sh-t ’cause you classic
i’m a joint, i’ma keep gettin’ money, don’t panic
a lot of y’all only seen money when the pandemic hit
bein’ broke so contagious like a pandemic hit
goin’ crazy in the field, i thought i had cheat codes
in 2017, they came with them ricos
ain’t put no money in my books, then don’t try to freeload
wanna act like a joint, but can’t stick to the code
no bail facin’ life, n-gga, you would’ve told
seen an opp and left a couple noodles in a fishbowl
no, i ain’t bipolar, b-tch, but my wrist frozen
i bet any n-gga that don’t like me, i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em
fit five to ten bands ’cause of different denim
rappers broke, they ain’t got more money than my lil’ homies
you better take that watch back, boy, that’s a lil’ rollie
local pharmacist, i got them skittles on me
actin’ fake tough, leave a n-gga holey moly
we don’t talk to small fries or no jabronies, the plug

- ralfy the plug

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