letra de jubilee rappers - sakyboi
(verse 1)
first class back to la, but i don’t play lacrosse (lax b-tch)
thinkin back to where i’ve been like, d-mn i really paid the cost (i did)
i don’t really like to talk about it, nah i’d rather prove em wrong (prove that sh-t)
moving silent like my ancestors, then i put it in a song
one month gained 20 pounds
straight muscle boy i ain’t f-ckin round
stopped smoking and i buckled down
no shortcuts no runarounds
had to turn up for the summer now
like june flight, but it’s personal
wasn’t sure, but i’m certain now
f-ck lames i done cut em out
you ain’t been what i been about
bet on me when i been in doubt
looked within when i’ve been without
clean skin and i’m well еndowed
i don’t second guess, i just sеnd it out
all these hoes, not a single spouse
they be on the d-ck for a lil clout
you in the presence of a star
know your role and play your part
i was shooting in the park
underdog aquille carr
khai wu how i hit the mark
slice you goblins with scimitar
flowin hot lava like incineroar
out in cinnabar man i’m been a star
muhf-ckas are indebted
i don’t get enough credit
i’ve been out here on the frontlines
i was playing during crunch time
and in that time, i done seen a lotta y’all true colors
coming out like g-y lovers
used to call you brothers
buncha sorry m-th-f-ckas
(interlude)
bunch of sorry p-ssies, p-ssy (sick of you motherf-ckers man)
take this, right in your f-cking mouth (yea)
(verse 2)
goin on you with the pick and roll
young saky, he in sicko mode
demon wave call me piccolo
i could break a glass with a single note
me and you on the same track is like tryna reach me with your tippy toes
i was overlooked, never backed down, writing dreams down on a sticky note
y’all couldn’t never put me in a box
either with me or against me, tryna play around with sahk
there ain’t nothing real about you, y’all buy reps from aliba
all you jubilee-ass rappers, y’all can eat a d-ck and rot
should’ve never p-ssed me off
i should spin around your block
crawlin like some dirty roaches
i be spittin on my opps
in your mental real estate, that’s where i’m setting up my shop
and if you step onto my turf, thats when i’m sending out them shots
(outro)
yea bout time i made my f-ckin case
don’t ever put me in conversation with these fools
we are not the same
i’m playing a whole different ball game bro
this the big boy league b-tch i’m here for keeps
stop bullsh-ttin me i’ve been him
case closed
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