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letra de lucky you (freestyle) - shoe856

[pre chorus: s.h.o.e.]
i done had alot of things in my way, i dont get it
i dont doubt im on my way, second guess ’em, then just dead it
all my life i want respect, and im a motherf-ckin’ get it
i done put in so much effort that im sure you get the message
f-ck the fame, set a record, bring my name up, you can get it
i’m about to diss ’em all, if they feel they can do better
show you what the f-ck this rap sh-t is about, chase the cheddar
i just shred up any beat that i get on you better get up, for i wet up, you!

[chorus: s.h.o.e.]
y’all better run, y’all better run, y’all better run
im flippin’ my tongue, im spittin’ a bunch, flow automatic as a gun
i spit it for fun, but give me the funds, what are you drunk?
not livin’ it up, but when i get up, i finish em, put him in a trunk

[verse 1: s.h.o.e.]
who the f-ck is you? its uncomfortable, thinkin’ you could run wit s.h.o.e., ya got nothing for ’em
f-ck endorsin’ ’em, i f-ckin’ force ’em, to tough up for me, for the love of the sport
i’m coming for them, wit a bunch of more sh-t, you adjust according, or get up and abort
unlucky, you’re in this f-ckin’ forest, what occur is a blood sport
i encourge any mumble motherf-cker wit’ a gun to run up as he comin’ up i son ’em humble but enough of it, im buggin’ from alot of rappers and im comin’ up in this, somethin’ bout it has to matter, had to mathers
had to eat, have to ether, im a eat ya
y’all been getting my money, my dream bruh
so if you dont want it no feature, y’all microwave era i heat up
but it took me years to be the goat, but i like it like this, cold pizza
oh! b-tch, flow switch, they dont even know yet, he want seat at throne
see them thrown, in a body bag, under a body of water readin’ a poem
get a new mattress, y’all been sleepin’ on, the wrong one so i, put my feet up on, all them im a
shoe b-tch, i do this, you dont want this work, what the f-ck you punch in for?
punchin‘ four of y’all, had enough, dont ask what im punchin’ for
ya metaphors a level four, level ten cuz im better than
anything that you ever been, way before i was ten
and its evident my adrenaline won’t settle in had to release, too compet-tive, had to defeat this beat, its a regimen
only way to survive, one day at time
i’ll be stayin’ inside, it pays for the mind
everything coincide, you hate on the grind
anything to arrive, where they said that i’ll
never get to, they never get you, they went against you
the second they had a chance, and they will never get it again, shoe had to advance

[chorus: h3ndo]
i done had a lot of n-ggas leave my side and talk some sh-t behind my back almost had one of my brodies f-ck my b-tch inside my pad im real you synthesize your raps my n-ggas been inside the trap you know they whip the finest pack you talkin sh-t slice yo -ss im tryna eat im kinda fat you can not get a slice of that you try to say the kid is whack i drink my juice then spit and laugh well never go for t-t for tat you’ll only hear and cl!ck and clack then kit and kat im gettin mad boy hendos back im finna spazz

[verse 2: h3ndo]
i do not f-ck witchu n-ggas at all
all of the drama and sh-t that you cause
is a mystery dawg you a sissy or nah i should dip to the mall and gitchu a bra
i know that all of the energy that you bring up in the room is really just somethin to do
but bro you really just put hockey pucks in my mood i get mighty you duckin the tool
honestly you make us all real uncomfortable dude and this room full of druggies and goons
it prolly dont help that lady gon suck on it soon oh well n-gga what can you do
i warned you before to stay outta my path
fore i make ya lady bow down to my sack
you ain’t believe me now i gotta show you easy ya shawty gon go down and gag
tryna humble i swear but look at my heart and theres nothing in there
n-gga there never was love in the air
playin games and i dont give a f-ck if its fair
got em quite shook from my rhyme book this quick time is a big lie to hide the fact that you can’t write hooks and all the songs that i cook free minds so noone is a slave but you kunta with a sliced foot
ya back pack rap is a tad whack jack i laugh at that cr-p that you p-ss as rap
too sick n-gga where is yo hasmat at
getcha snapback clapped if you clap back at this astonishing lyricist bodyin peers and sh-t i am the stone at the top of the pyramid facin these enemies god is my dearest friend thats why i know you can’t stop em from hearin this
i am great dont to try hate my violent traits will find ya face youll find a grave pick a time so i can make close minded fakes go blind and shake like violent quakes im tryna say you rhymers can’t come try and take my prize and place so hide ya face ill bomb the greats i wifed the game at nine and made myself the highest gate to climb today
ill k!ll myself before you he-rs- me
not the n-gga you should do dirty
when i say it i will prove worthy
of the best rapper in new jersey

- shoe856

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