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letra de deadeye - rey morado

i can run a maze in a minute, i got a ton on my mind
i ain’t trippin’ offa tree nah, it’s always somewhere to find
& me i got somethin’ to climb, rather quiet got m-ffler of mime
i got a built in crown, im all out of f-cks, get down
i need a bunch of everything, everything i’m a get it
never needed a n-gga pity, i rather bury the city
i can’t trust n0body really, n-ggas steal it and a question like who really did it
i ain’t been good in a minute, it never mattered
my n-gga we in it to win it

think i got zombie vision
terrorist i got a bomb addiction
old soul obsessed bout my lawn condition
i gotta cut it up, i gotta cut it up

think i got zombie vision
lil n-gga need brain, shawty legs tall as me, i do long division
i gotta cut it up, i gotta cut
think i got zom

zombie optics, thinking microscopic
how i’m bout to get bеneath these n-ggas skin
imma еvil spirit demon wit da pen and my
closet packed with h-lla skeleton
say my heart cold no blood pumping
and a platinum grill, so i’m sucker proof
but these n-ggas still love biting on me
sh-t ain’t nothing new
i’m indestructible
these n-ggas suicidal, i don’t ever miss i get the head shot
got me picking bullets out my lunch now
who the f-ck really want a problem wit us
feel the thunder clapping from the reigncloud
switching style now i see they fangs out
n-ggas barely living through the blood drought
like the crips running sh-t i’m crypt keeping on you rap n-ggas
boy it’s lights out
armageddon coming feel like liu kang wit the chains on me
still kicking sh-t with the grey skin
fireball coming from my dead hands
n-gga zombie vision on me 4k
body after body gotta full plate a n-gga appetite ain’t never satisfied so i eat slow n-gga foreplay
n-gga what
day in, day out
dont give a f-ck what they say bout it
you peep the growth, oh rey sprout
up from the earth, a gift and a curse
i rise from the grave, i tear up the turf
im fit to the letter, that n-gga since birth
been lackin’ of cheddar, it just made me better
it just made me clever, don’t question my worth
my cook up professional, n-ggas synthetic, i put my foot in it
not step on the work
i visit the plug like i’m reverend at church, whats that smell?
think i peddle the purp
i done died, got myself on my shirt, pay me for the verse put feature in dirt
searchin’ for garden of eden, where grass might be greener, can’t stop my feet bleedin’, don’t hurt

think i got zombie vision
terrorist i got a bomb addiction
old soul obsessed bout my lawn condition
i gotta cut it up, i gotta cut cut

think i got zombie vision
lil n-gga need brain, shawty legs tall as me, i do long division
i gotta cut it up, i gotta cut
think i got zom

- rey morado

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