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letra de til i'm gone - skeme

[verse 1: skeme]
alright
kush-style steppin’; i’m the leader of the band (band)
dark pink sprite, two liter in my hand
got on brand new shows from europe, (uh) my denim’s from j-pan (uh)
god d-mn, is it me or am i the f-ckin’ man?
benjamins and rubber bands, weighin’ money by the grams (haha)
d-boy wrappin’ up that b-boy stance
’bout to run you over like i’m in a three-point stance (right)
like you straight, but n-gga, you don’t stand a motherf-ckin’ chance ‘gainst the capital (ayy)
crooked letter k!ller (k!ller)
kushed up, beatin’ on my chest like gorillas (yeah)
that’s you speakin’ paper, hater? you ain’t never spoke wit’ me
i’m off in the scheme of the things—no, it ain’t no hope for me
hopefully, i’m proud

[chorus: skeme]
i’m tryna get right even though i’m livin’ wrong
we gon’ make this money; if it’s on then it’s on
every line, every song ’til the day i’m gone
kush smellin’ strong ’til the day i’m gone (yes)
’til the day i’m gone, ’til the day i’m gone
blessed to the dawn, you can bet we puttin’ on
’til the day i’m gone, ’til the day i’m gone (yeah)
i be puttin’ on (uh) (yeah) up until the day i’m gone (alright)
’til the day i’m gone
[verse 2: skeme]
i’m ridin’ wit’ my seat back, windows up; smoke like i don’t give a f-ck (uh)
double black tints makin’ b-tches take a double look (yeah)
f-ck wit’ us, bet you end up in a trunk, bundled up (alright)
you been warned; uniform burner—my gun is tucked (ow)
you gon’ need another pair of legs tryna run wit’ us (ha)
ho, you gon’ need a hospital bed if my gun is up (okay)
murder to the masses, hot as lit matches (hot)
tryna rock this whole world off its motherf-ckin’ axis (yeah)
dodger cap; holla back if you about that action (ah)
i do dollar sign addition and p-ssy n-gga subtraction (ha)
this ain’t nothin’; my gun be steady bussin’ (baow) ‘less you speakin’ bread (baow) to us
what the f-ck is yo’ discussion, n-gga? (aha)

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
g-o-n-e
i be on a everyday grind ’til my iv
get stopped by the poison ivies of the world
and i love that girl
see, life’s a b-tch, and i call her wifey
i’m a gemini, she’s a pisces
incompatible, but in collateral, we f-ck twice a night
she’s feisty
got a kinky side (uh)
a brand new chain and a brand new ride (uh)
i stay in the cut like a samurai
layin’ off a couple shots like i’m camera-shy
n-gga healin’ better when the sh-t invisible
quik told me that way befo’ digital sales hit the internet
i hit they neck wit’ a bat (bat)
911 porsche, no seatbelt straps (uh)
that’s my type; (uh) f-ck whatchu like (uh)
tell ’em i’m out here, showin’ my d-ck (d-ck)
actin’ a donkey; horse you grips
hee-haw! hee-haw! poppin’ big sh-t
don’t n0body do it like kendrick, baby
i don’t owe n0body sh-t; kendrick made me
middle fingers up; i’ma go hard
bogart put a snake n-gga in a cobra clutch
[chorus: skeme]
i’m tryna get right even though i’m livin’ wrong
we gon’ make this money; if it’s on then it’s on
every line, every song ’til the day i’m gone
kush smellin’ strong ’til the day i’m gone (yes)
’til the day i’m gone, ’til the day i’m gone
blessed to the dawn, you can bet we puttin’ on
’til the day i’m gone, ’til the day i’m gone (yeah)
i be puttin’ on up until the day i’m gone
’til the day i’m gone

- skeme

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