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letra de tlc [intro] - renegade

[verse 1 – renegade]
ya told me to keep writin’, ya told me to stay p-ssed
i know i should keep fightin’. it isn’t the same sh-t
ya told me to keep writin’. construction, don’t ever rush it
a solid foundation, one h-ll of an introduction!
ya told me to keep writin’
patient and not complacent
p-ssion in every statement
beyond the entertainment
cause this ain’t bout a tv show, watches, and hoes
just put me in the studio then lock it and close
givin’ my music nutrients, then watchin’ it grow
they used to say, “who is this?” now they flockin’ to shows
this is sublimation. the lyricists creation
i ain’t playin’ games and if i was i’d put up 81!
i will never f-ckin’ shut up and dribble!
scribble in my notebook. leave my foes shook with my writtens
i won’t back down just a little!
lackin’ facts, masked opinions
broken system, packin’ prisons. lyrics bend the bars
good riddance for a few, not a million
i find brilliance in resilience. voices amplified for
all of those, capped and died. unintended sacrifice
get persistent with resistance. what a f-cked up world we live in! wish i could impact it, make a difference no subtraction
seek addition…

[break – theo sentir]
yeah!
that n-gga g-ssed that b-tch!
sh-t, “never will i shut up and dribble!
not even back down just a little!”
it feel good to feel good…
i got my, my n-gga d in this b-tch you feel me?
aye!

[verse 2 – theo sentir]
i’m smokin’ weed, that’s
disrespectful. momma say i’m way too blatant
hit my n-gga cinco for the pack and then go super saiyan
n-ggas out here tryna rap and i’m like n-gga whatchu sayin’?
they ain’t loyal it depends. f-ck new friends
all my n-ggas dead or locked up in the pen
and them b-tches just some fans
while every time a n-gga free his mind they try to box him in
your friends turn into your enemies in the end when you don’t win
dodgin’ felonies and bangin’ lauryn hill like come again
for a box of j’s we vacuum seal it up and make them plays
for a box of weed they turn a n-gga straight into a slave
and see the lid, trapped in a box, and just get high and fade away
they find that tree and you gon’ hang
that novacaine is for the pain
like this weed can’t heal us the whole nation drug dealin’
f-ck a trap, b-tch i rap like this music be my paink!llers
smokin’ when i wrote this sh-t. the realest sh-t i wrote this year
look me at my soul, yeah! ain’t no f-ckin’ hoe, yeah!
know misery need company. them cold feet turned to cold stares
don’t try me baby don’t there. don’t play me like no role player
you know we a cold pair. imma keep it soul player
i know you see me ballin’ out and your homeboy get no air
i just need some more sp-ce. turn my side on low air
travel ’round the whole world. tell me where to go, yeah!
i think this the right way. we just tryna make it there…

- renegade

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