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letra de root'd head & tale freestyle - shy grey

[c dot castro]
yeah, okay
heads and tale, yeah
uh

i said, once upon a time not long ago
i was in the f-cking whip, with
peru and pro
and i was like ummm
where the f-ck should we go
they say i don’t know so i’m about to spit this f-ckin’ flow
i’m the one, i guarantee you’ll never find another better than
don’t wanna give me credit, it’s okay i do my debit then
i work my -ss off, make sure i never break a sweat again
look up in the mirror swear i never had a better friend
ain’t wanna let him in the game
so i broke the lock
i never like the chief, i met
peru and now i smoke alot
these haters aiming for my brain, take the open shot
but if you miss my n-ggas leave your white tee filled with polkadots
never had it
so once i get it, i’m forever stuntin’
if the sky the limit then i’m aimin’ straight for heaven gunnin’
fall back if you said i’m frontin’
don’t care if it’s me against the world you know no matter what i’m never runnin’
it’s f-ck the world and f-ck the world again i’m on that second coming, sh-t
yeah, uh
i know i contradicted myself but you know i’m bout to run this sh-t

uh, yeah yeah

uh, here we go talk that sh-t they don’t hear me
they’ll f-ckin’ take over your stereo
flow is imperial
switch up the style on ’em so much it’s hard to make out my material
but if you heard some sh-t that you ain’t ever heard before that probably be me though
[?]
so many bad b-tches that’s up in this building then why the f-ck you n-ggas talkin’ to me fo’
walk with my people
spit that crack rock that perdito
like thing is they call me papito
i’m k!llin’ it
gamin’
[?]
n-gga that cop me a chico
from maryland to puerto rico
i’m numero uno
that chico my flavour
so fleeto
my n-ggas they got me on beastmode
[?]
takin’ no time out to breath though

yeah yeah, you want more?
i got more, lemme see, lemme see
yeah yeah, uh

okay i said i made it from the bottom
with my rhymes, the way they sound when i jot ’em
i’m a lyrical problem
yeah
don’t worry you know that i got ’em
i will rip ’em to pieces
i just started makin’ this paper
my first bank statement read that i blew a mil’
that’s just the thesis
now watch as my fame increases
crazy sh-t on my features
way i spit when i preach this got atheist’s screaming jesus
from the start
spit it from the heart
what’s life without a beat
i’m on stage with my shirt off
they praise i’m christ without the tee
i be lowkey, uh
like the left side of the piano
but my crew mob likes soprano
boy my flow too hot to handle
make even the best fold, casino he don’t wanna gamble
slow it down i said, casino, he don’t wanna gamble

w-ssup, don’t over think dot baby let’s go

- shy grey

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