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letra de light work - sincerely collins

[intro]
here’s the deal, i’m the best there is, plain and simple, i mean, i wake up in the morning, i p-ss excellence

[hook: sincerely collins]
oh, i see they mad, i see they mad at me
the jealousy is such a tragedy
i got a feeling that they after me
cause i’m it, boy, but i swear to god, this ain’t sh-t, boy
it’s just light work
it’s just light work
light work
light work

[verse 1: sincerely collins]
uh, i feel like i hit the lotto, my hollow, the unsung hero, he know
zero tolerance to the bullsh-t, n-ggas think they cool as sh-t, full of sh-t
don’t make me pull a trigger on him
they don’t want a real n-gga on him
actually let me take that back
cause it’s always the fakest n-gga in the room that be like
“ayo, i’m a real n-gga, man”
the fabric you come from is tragic
i’m not accustomed to the wackness
i’m a blood sucking savage
no loving marriage
y’all n-ggas just f-cking average
grade a copy, cuttin’ them b-tches
they say collins’ sh-t is just different
this sh-t exactly what we been missing
this sh-t exactly what i envisioned
it’s just light work, your sh-t might work or it might not
and these f-ck boys, they gon’ fall fast when they hype stop
and i know the dream, like it’s ninety five, i’m clyde drexler, n-gga
i got a bad b-tch and i k!ll that p-ssy, like i’m dexter, n-gga
yeah, that’s me, that undersleeping underdog that’s underpayed
but i be working everyday to get rid of these hunger pains
freefalling, that’s your career, just a freefall
see, my flow cold and my buzz hot, i’m on de-thaw
sincerely…

[verse 2: rittz]
i might hurt some feelings but f-ck it, k!llin’ the mic is light work
my rhymes are fight words
suicide bomber when i’m on a cypher
you a t-tanic, about to collide with an iceberg
if the sky is the limit, i’m supplying the fireworks
grand finale and ain’t n0body smiling, i wipe smirks
off motherf-ckers’ faces that be hating and i urge
my fans to do the same sh-t
lame sh-t, talking, tell em they hardest rap ain’t f-cking with my worst
f-ck following trends, i done decided to divert
rappers blending in like waldo inside of a striped shirt
nothing standing out on the bottom, same old sh-t as the others
they make me sick to my stomach and i feel like i might purge
meanwhile i’m fly as h-ll sitting on my perch
my chrysler 300 reeking just like purp
got pulled over, searched, my girl done threw the cigarillo
i was drinking crown, she had a gin and limoncello
they let us go and didn’t find the xanny bars
i had 100 of em in my underwear, i sell em for the l o
my homie robbed them off of migos out in monticello
had to pistol whip him, homie started swinging like canelo
alvarez, i’m the best, [?], compet-tion don’t exist
people will tell you johnny valiant is out of his mind
you talentless pile of sh-t, stylin’ long hair hangin’
i don’t play no ibanez
[?], rittz is back
serving these motherf-ckers like i been in a tennis match
diving inside a pool of money, come and swim a lap
i’m gonna multiply a bundle while you fend for scr-ps
why you so tense? relax, ho what you saying on your twitter man
just making me think you want to hear the ginger snap
swag rappers busy thumbing through the vintage racks
i’m getting money and it gets them mad
but let me at em cause it’s light work

[verse 3: jarren benton]
yeah, n-gga this light work
i’m ’bout to go berzerk, make the mic hurt
f-ck the world, i don’t like earth
this mac-10 will put a hole in his white shirt
on some pimp sh-t, draped in white fur
i got a white ho that look like pamela anderson
she blow me in the back of an ambulance, bumping marilyn manson
i came from an era when n-ggas did crack and heroin
up in the netherlands, i get more head than evelyn lozada
i don’t f-ck with pigs, b-tch i tell them i know nada
hasta manana, i just wanna day to put my c-ck inside rihanna
been sleeping on the god all day, they in pajamas
dodging these piranhas, party out in ghana, smoking marijuana
i can feel em watching, know the enemies amongst us
i know i’m a monster, i just bought my son a tonka
truck, i still hit a b-tch in front his mama
yeah, someone get him a kit-kat
cl!ck clack, pat pat
b-tch n-gga get back
might slap a f-g with my kids in six flags
don’t smoke blunts, b-tch, i roll zig-zags
loud -ss colors in my kicks like riff raff
f-ck swag, come up in this b-tch so mismatched
f-ck the police, dispatch you get that?
been at it all day, someone crack a six pack
yeah, i don’t like her, i one night her, and you wife her
a n-gga paid in full like mekhi phifer
sh-tting on these rappers, guess i’m gon’ need a diaper
on more pharmaceuticals than pfizer
i know i need help can someone call kaiser
this is jacob’s ladder, you motherf-ckers don’t matter
this vodka jet in my bladder, i’m bout to eat me a rapper
that’s light work

- sincerely collins

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