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letra de sustenance - skeemz & james swanqo

[intro:james swanqo]
in the crates again…
organic n-gga…
from the heart n-gga
no thought to it
always been a money getting n-gga

[verse 1: james swanqo]
i ain’t known for the punchlines, my sh-t is just deep
just give me a week, i’ll take over this sh-t in my sleep
closed eyes in the physical and mentally weak
but my third eye’s open for them n-ggas who creep
i got a fetish
for pushing big lexus, baguettes sick
fresh cut, high top fade, spend a check sh-t
with saks 5th, gr-ss fed beef, with a swagg clique
movie style in the restaurant, order mad sh-t
cigar puffin
spaghetti plate with the large portion
half-bred m-th-f-ckas ain’t got nothing
my team’s loud
could hear the sound when the gods rush in
i buss’ a n-gga real quick if the gods frontin
the ill rugged
pill love and a freak diva
the red bottoms
she don’t f-ck with the jordans neither
the real
the crab n-ggas never gon’ feel
till you heat they -ss up now they swagg’s on chill
it’s the realest
shout out to my real dread n-ggas
station the whole team out in mexican villas
the work moving
early morning with the trap movements
brooklyn bangers like lopez and williams shooting
my mind says put these n-ggas in pine beds
leave the scene bl–dy enemies know what time it is
fa real
we go buck wild and crazy
henny got me bent, twisted just like some laces

[verse 2: skeemz]
they say the good die young
was hood fly in them ones
good rhymes for the fun
you push pies by the ton?
we both serve c0ke but mine refers to flow
supply the kurtis blow
break em down into o’s
design art for show
gallery from the galixee
i’m eating rappers only beef over salad please
don’t challenge me
full blown athlete
run the game, jumping out of rides, swinging at the king
i ain’t ballin
referee the sportsman
and call shots over phones for endors-m-nts
pull like a door
hold weight, earth’s core
ring bells like a call, crowd saying give em more
so i does that
fill up the tommy on you rugrats
ain’t a cartoon know yard goons that love that
run rap
run tell that
n-ggas relax
i’m taking shots like a point guard, b-tches rub back
real life, don’t feel right
if i ain’t ill write
i’d be just as sick in another game i feel like
best that ever done it still doing it
never ruin it
know that money talks only language that i’m fluent in
fly b-tches flew em in
plain jane’s next flight
go and see them lames for them plain clothes, tight white
mad cause i’m slanging on ya girl when you leave town
know the flow is cold enough to turn the degrees down
you’ll see now i’m a visionary, missionary
f-cking the game just know my mission is to get you buried
the flow is cemetery
everything around me getting deaded when i’m repping like a legend with a vengeance
shall i mention?
collect the money like a pension
the general commands a salute, stand at attention
uh
i’m running drills on you rap tools, act fool
guarantee black suits tonight cause i’m that smooth

- skeemz james swanqo

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