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letra de only thing guaranteed is death - shadi

[intro]
-shadi, wake up!
wake up, you bum!
you b-tch-ass!
f-ckin’ no job, skinny-lip, d-ck-lookin’-ass!
wake the f-ck up, boy!
wake up
wake up-

[verse 1]
5:30 and i rolled out the bed hungry for p-ssy
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, how i start my day
it’s 5:30 and i rolled out the bed hungry for p-ssy
still high from the party, and by that i mean i was f-cked up on molly
pop a bean with your shorty, i’m just chilling so numb numb
listening to music all day, i’m anti-social
one controller and every week my friends askin’ me to come over
i tell ’em i’ma write about personal sh-t
but one day i’ma make it with champion rings
i’m tryna leave a legacy, i’m tryna make history
been doin’ this since 13, rappin’ on beats
stayin’ in the pocket, so i don’t check your jeans
losin’ my mind, music made me fine
a kleptomaniac, puttin’ bad habits into raps
feelin’ flows, clothes, and imaginary hoes instead of dope and cash
got arrested at 15 for stealin’ headphones jacks
gorilla glue’d to the mic, i bathe with it, i’m a bathing ape
take the mic on a date, sing to her like drake
before i rapped, i escaped
poppin’ “drake”s but could never land attention
mix it up, give your b-tch quicker, no condom, in and out
drippin’ chick-fil-a sauce, we love tender
met her off tinder, stayin’ on tempo
tryna get a bankroll with a payroll, like i’m pedro with the pesos
but i make it legal, eat the p-ssy creole
f-ck her to some ne-yo, send her off to rico
f-ck my p.o., gucci shorts, not a speedo
f-ck and i see you whirl, snapchat
p-ssy lower than the 8th where my woes rolling dope
smoke cyclones, gang code, r.i.p. bankroll
in the streets bullets blow, like nintendo
let it go, paranormal flow
devil on my shoulder, weight of boulder, gettin’ older
so it’s money on my mind, rather pay a fine than pay the time this time
ain’t wine, intertwined, i’m divine yeah

[chorus]
i was focused on hapiness, when they was focused on bankrolls
fast forward, now i’m focused on both ’cause
this little boy gotta grow, this little boy gotta grow
i was focused on hapiness, when they was focused on bankrolls
fast forward, now i’m focused on both ’cause
this little boy gotta grow, this little boy gotta grow
hapiness and bankrolls

[interlude]
-i hurt all over my sides
i feel like crying most of the time
but i, i, i can’t
i cry too easily, i can’t control it
i’m just plain unhappy
i’ve lost interest in everything i used to care about
i’m scared as h-ll
i’m bored
i can’t make decisions
i can’t concentrate properly
i feel just futile-

[verse 2]
i want my dreams to become reality, change is what’s stoppin’ me
self-medication, street dedication, a conditioned patient
who beset patience, succumbed to temptation
sleepin’ late, eatin’ junk food, wakin’ up to a typhoon
or a monsoon, don’t die soon, ayy
this is real life thriller, devil followin’ me home to dinner
panic attacks when my brother died
i’ma smoke spinach at yo’ door, waiting to smoke you and yours like some swishers (-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i feel like crying-)
shoot you, and let the kids see it
i could cop the newest rhyme with suicide
heated family treason, but it’s straight, ’cause i could feel his spirit rest in peace, not in peaces (-i feel like crying-)
and to my other bros and sisters, blood or across the world
even if i know you or don’t, i love you, unconditional
’cause when sh-t gets rough, ain’t no one givin’ you a tissue (-i feel like crying-)
’cause when sh-t gets tough, ain’t no one finna love you
it’s a cold world, and we gotta understand that
it’s cracks in the pavement, we clearly see the pain, yet we step and break backs (-i feel like crying-)
wilin’ off the cognac, can’t give you a coke, but serve ya smack
it’s a cold world, like i said before, death is common
chicago the bomb, should i decide to write, snappin’ in compton
spread the love and knowledge, no nonsense
where you stay i saved us, in hopes to break us
from the chains of enslavement, in exchange for 20 kid bracelets
if i get a chain, everybody ballin’, real squad goals
if we on vogue, we both rock top old, my dogs i’d die for
i know it’s people that try nd act tough, but inside they need a hug
like, what you actin’ for?
my homie actin’ like he the incredible hulk, even he gets emotional
my life a rollercoaster so i just flow, and flow, uh, ay, uh

[outro]
just let the beat ride, it’s just like life
you never know, when you might just die
when the ride might stop, but until then i’ma cop the newest drop-top
just let the beat ride, it’s just like life
you never know, when you might just die
when the ride might stop, but until then i’ma cop the newest drop-top
just let the beat ride, it’s just like life
you never know, when you might just die
when the ride might stop, but until then i’ma cop the newest drop-top
just let the beat ride
j. dilla, nujabes, pac, big, mandela, forever

- shadi

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