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letra de aim time acapella - sean glatts

throwback right now it is aim time
acapella f-ck whoever we ain’t same mind
every beat they all be making got a same line
they ain’t trying like the nurses from the same place
i’m writing from and oh yeah, on my own dad
right aside from anybody to the whole max
what i’m boutta say right now everyone it for racks down
you ion sound, so pretty wit a whole trap down
and while sitting with a whole trap down
i be pushing on the lever clap bloaw!

now you don’t know sh-t on my all been throug
cuz i’m clear on y’all tricks
and the love ain’t smooth move these waters
give a f-ck what i say b-tch i wanna
there’s so much i gotta say but i gotta
all these middle child deets on momma?
to the doc who f-ck up peace on my father!
but you got the same flow!
yeah you got the same flow
and you got the same hoes, he don’t even got those!
how the f-ck do you know, do you watch?
no, not your watch b-tch
everyone in my face f-ck em up f-ck em up f-ck em up f-ck em up!

let me do what i do!
can you let me do that? am i hiding more facts?
down to all the sh-t that i ain’t do
clear you like to do wide that, while i’m hiding more facts
while you judging every make i move
i be sitting like a cat, can you get offa my back?
while everybody prays i lose
d-mn i don’t really hope he does
though some hobbies i should once
i been on love, straight to the top
but if you in my you in my face it’ll stop
and i’m having more rage than a cop
who can’t even think straight to the dot
from a tv jail faced to you’re all
i have grown up grown up laced straight to the prob
without no one night raying since a drop of me
of me born in this place done too wrong by
all of you fakes who are talk!
where i said f-ck rules, right at school
given nothing mine away was tools
meeting tools who wanna pain not cool
not cool ready
aim straight bang way wand it boutta spray way
f-ck a mothaf-cka got a dog a lotta fangs aye
seeing every f-ck up every memory of rage layed
look i got a dog it even smarter than your sane saying
“sean, look, play him mane”
but it too late you wanna take it back and can’t no way
i tied a knot, booked, bang of rage
and now you gone and now my dog is on your face while i say “karma”

- sean glatts

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