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letra de acceptence - rjldiablŏ

[verse]
ooh, shorty hit me up flexin’ all her jewellery
s-xtin’ me, s-xtin’ me, all that sh-t new to me
if i go out i don’t really need a boo with me
air the room out when i walk in with louis v’s
out of all these rappers, no hoes is choosin’ me
they tryna peel back the mask, b-tch, this ain’t no scooby d
c$ hit me up and said that it’s cool we be
remember the people that used to go to school with me
one of ’em had to leave, now i say, “who with me?” uh
room filled with paper like that guy who kеpt writing to diddy
don’t come to my town ’cause it’s too sh-tty
heroin addicts and woo-sippy’s, yеah
you can call me, can call me a king, baby
you can be mine but let me do my thing, baby
you can come over i’ll buy you a ring, baby
be my ride-or-die, else you too shady
these b-tches the same, you ain’t cool, baby
last night i came home with two ladies
and she had some ass, i said, “woo, baby
throw that sh-t back since you lose, baby”
she hit me in the face, guess i’m too crazy
i’m her knight in shinin’ armour, suge, baby
i’m a car, i been chasin’ through loops, baby
people i used to beef with now sayin’, “we cool, ain’t we?”
so yeah, b-tch, i’m welsh, all i’m saying’s, “f-ck 12”
i been rappin’ since 12, this that melly verse melv’
yeah, i’m so bi-polar, told shorty, “hop in my rover”
we sippin’ drinks ’til it’s over, at the club hungover
i tell my b-tch that i’ve made some enemies
rappers end grammy’s, is the next emmy’s?
i’ve just been lookin’ at what n sent me
some people i f-ck with left and never went with me, yeah
used to f-ck with the feds, now they repentin’ me
first run-in at nine, you ask ’bout my mental health, no, i’m not fine
i’ma go to the kitchen and chug a bottle of wine
’til i die, i’ma do nun’ but cry
i’ma jump off a building if it makes sh-t fine, yeah, uh
but, ooh, maybe all i need is acceptence
remember the days was three at reception
when i started i used to tell ’em
that i’d be great but they’d call me a melon
but now they walk up to me when i’m on the stage
bein’ friends to me is magic to ’em but i ain’t no mage
writin’ these verses straight down on my page
and they tryna steal ’em ’cause they want the fame
all for themselves, ooh, all for themselves, yeah

- rjldiablo

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