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letra de manson - sheek louch

[verse]
i spit poetry, but this ain’t a poem
you grown, i can’t imagine what you go through at home
n-gga, the bills is late, the fridge is hit
n-ggas is broke, but outside, they think you lit
i sleep like a newborn when i’m not working
i’ll buy a house, my b-tch another birkan
tell the flight atendent close the kirtain
we’ll talk later, i’m home before you even get your bags, you hater
your opinion don’t matter, my pockets got fatter
and you still telling lies to me
i got that lyrical rifle out the window
i aim it at you rappers, like who the f-ck is it gonna bе?
cl!ck clack pow
don don, how you like me now?
i’m hot, tell your b-tch to comе ice me down
you a headaik, your flow’s pathetic
this that ultra magnetic
for them mc’s that don’t get they credit
i wish these n-ggas would act they age
they dying, they moms go and do a fund me page
fish fries and t-shirts, tryna raise money
no life insurance, these lil n-ggas is funny
f-ck making it rain, you can’t pay the mortgage with a gold chain
hundred n-ggas with you, not one brain
it’s insane
that right from wrong, hanging out with each other, motherf-ckers they barely get along
but i ain’t here to preach, i be schooling n-ggas, but i ain’t here to teach
i just put it out and let it reach where it reach
career’s great, we done made like fifty million each
motherf-cker

- sheek louch

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