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letra de lifeline (meek mill diss) - safaree

[intro]
temperature is rising up
temperature is rising up, no mercy
nothing can concern me

[verse 1]
you dream about drake numbers in your nightmares
but you hatin’ about me and my little career
no matter what you buy n-gg- i be right there
i’m in the back of her mind like a new n-gg-
i’m everywhere, tmz making news n-gg-
i left and i don’t want it back, the proof is right here
thank god i’m free my n-gg- sh-t fell like a light year
you got a botch face n-gg- wit a cute date
this n-gg- bent outta shape wit a gorilla face
my bars on the pinkprint, no one’ll ever match
my d-ckprint, lil n-gg- you can never match
wasn’t a secret young bull i knew everything
hope you go platinum my n-gg- she need a better ring
i thought i left her so she could move on to better things
maybe a ball player, maybe a soccer player
maybe a billionaire, like a mariah care
but n-gg- i don’t care, i really do not care
they say safaree heartbroken, lemme shed a tear
f-ck if you cheated, 12 years a slave anyway

[hook]
temperature is rising up (she’s your only lifeline to catch anyway)
temperature is rising up
temperature is rising up (she’s your only lifeline to catch anyway)

[verse 2]
i hear the mumblin’, i hear the cacklin’
i got em’ scared, shook, panickin’
that’s really my pen game nothing damagin’
when you was pullin’ up, i was pullin’ out
i know real sh-t that i ain’t gonna talk about
i seen the text messages, i seen the emails
(somebody tell me why he talkin’ like a female)
i heard you told philippe chow you ain’t goin’ there
well guess what, go to h-ll how bout you eat there
in every pic you look surprised all you do is stare
you out of shape anyway, you need to eat a pair
get the f-ck off my page, stop watchin’ me
you n-gg-s ain’t god, ya’ll ain’t stoppin’ me
sh-t is inflated, you intimidated
i been knew why you n-gg-s waited?
you so calculated
this time next year
lil daddy you’ll be emasculated
sh-t is x-rated, go look it up
lowkey hatin’ on me n-gg-s obsessed
i ain’t upset, b-tch i’m up next
ain’t no pillow n-gg- is you up yet?!?
wanna sleep on me? get a crook neck
get a stylist you don’t look dressed
one more year you will be stressed
here’s an iron n-gg- cause you look pressed
got a mad ex wit her new man but her new man like a mad ex
i’m well-known, i’m renowned, you rodman, you a rebound
my words big, you can’t spell
i hold weight like a dumbbell
where the blood clot with this idiot
boy holla fresh cos your breath smell
i’m goin’ up that’s an incline
if she leave you you goin’ decline
i know sh-t, kept my mouth shut
and you told n-gg- that’s a b-tch sign!!!
yeah, i was first, you won’t be the last
but when future drop, you became the past
now that i’m gone, good luck with them punchlines
sincerely yours, safaree, flatline

[outro]
yo, if ya’ll so happy, why ya’ll so worried about me?
like, i don’t care about ya’ll
you see my new b-tch? come on

- safaree

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