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letra de 49 chambers - rsa elijah

[verse 1: rsa elijah]
ignorant b-st-rd sell out a show in amsterdam
you think his f-cking ass but that f-ggot rap faster than you
all these b-tches don’t f-ck with you till you show the hunnid bands
yo b-tch, she like my swag you getting mad and tryna throw them hands
i don’t really give a f-ck about a b-tch n-gga
talkin’ down on my name, i can be your grave digger
you think you f-cking fresh but let’s be real, my sh-t sicker
and b-tch i’m winning in life, you know i’m gonna be bigger

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
juicebox, tank top, tube socks
dude stop, forehead shiny like a new glock
two shots fired at the excursion we were swervin’ in
all-purpose verses with a passion for servin’ kids
empty out your pursеs on an immature crime spree
eyin’ up the nursеs with some gloves that read “i squeeze”
who the f-ck said to speak, mr. me-is-siamese?
even christ said “christ, he flows quite nicely”
hypebeast’s highly likely to bite me
and try to high five me, but i just give them high threes
’cause y’all don’t get two, touch me, i’m the sh-t
sue me, if you got an issue, grab a tissue
mediocrity is odd to me
ass as far as ya eyes can see. who the best? they holla me
nombre, ho-lay sh-t, i don’t spit crack, i spit cocaine crisp
i ain’t f-ckin’ with it if it’s no payment
’cause everyone knows paid dues don’t pay rent
i’m dope like the coke that i’m laced with
dreams what i’m chasin’, flow hot it’s chafin’
this is why i’m hot? no, that is why i’m blazin’
dilla jacked nick, i am shinin’ like the diamond that i’m draped in
but i don’t wear jewelery, it’s huf over louis v
excuse the endurance miss, this critic thing is new to me
[verse 3: rsa elijah]
yo i’m back
that n-gga earl went off on the beat and k!lled the track
if you wanna talk that sh-t, you’ll get sprayed with the mac
no big, only big here is my wallet and this bag
that i be f-cking makin’ when i’m baking up these rhymes
b-tch i do not got no time
i am tryna get my shine
i’m in my prime right now
this sh-t’s a crime like “how am i fire?”
motherf-ckers calling me the ghost rider
do no got a ghost writer
with music, i’m never tired
b-tch i will be old as f-ck and i will still be writing
motherf-ck, i’m not retiring
i’ll be 70 with nugget rings
you don’t f-cking believe me but just watch, i’m gonna be the king
49 chambers that these f-ggots tryna keep me in
my rhymes so good, they said my vocabulary is alienated
b-tch i’m rated triple r (what does that mean)
rhythmytic, r-t-rded, and just motherf-cking radical
i k!ll it going stupid
all my bars is f-cking humid
after listening to this you think my lyrics are computed
but i don’t give a sh-t about a little f-cking b-tch that just keeps nagging on my d-ck, but don’t know that i got the bl!ck on me
hb on my wrist
i look inside my notes
i gotta list of all this sh-t that i could spit
i never miss

- rsa elijah

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