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letra de gone - skinnyheaded

now where the f-ck do i start
had a lot of shit i’ve been dealing with
took a look at my reflection
got to say that i’m feeling it
heard these niggas got clout now
i made the choice to start stealing it
hustler runs in my gene’s
so in my jeans that steel will fit
couple music bloggers mad at me
some fat f-ck taking jabs at me
fans wishing they could clap at me
they money funny but they laugh at me
you are looking at a supernova
tell your niggas that their moves are over
holding something like a super soaker
chopper make me do the uzi shoulder
i won’t have my momma let down
in the building screaming get down
won’t send a message with a text now
gun smoking like its stressed out
see your face all on the news stand
ya’ll done put me in a new stance
turn your group into the blue mans
gun kicking like the shoot dance
everybody changing colors nigga
murder every single summer nigga
i ain’t never been a runner nigga
i’m the one to put you under nigga
i ain’t nothing like these raps dudes
i am not the one to rap too
got stronger off of bad news
now its reva like a tattoo
turn your booth into my bathroom
this shit i’m on is past due
i’m doing what i want too
you doing what you have too
got two jealous well i’m glad too
and i’m making father mad too
normally don’t show my feelings
but the toolie showing off my bad mood
shit different when i’m in the bag
i don’t do shit unless i get a bag
talking crazy you gon’ end with ya
body laying up inside a bag
you popping mollies i be popping tags
i stay with paper you be playing tag
i’m gon’ do you niggas really bad
then lay low like the titty sag
these rappers are pitiful
if i say i’m gon’ k!ll em then its more than just lyrical
to sleight with my syllables
if i pick at you i am not mining for minerals
i fly individual
when it comes to the money we’re so undivisible
yeah go face to face with the gawd yeah
you better pray for a miracle
my pockets stay full of vegetables yeah
keep your b-tch parked on my testicles yeah
me and no one are identical yeah
you must be smoking on medical yeah
turn my crib to a sex festival yeah
triplex deep throating my genetials yeah
my every move is a spectacle yeah
i get more foul than a technical yeah
your niggas call me a general yeah
when i see em they go atten general yeah
your girl treat my clothes like they’re collectibles yeah
she treat my kids like they’re edibles yeah
you niggas belong in receptacles yeah
if not then you’re huffing a chemical yeah
you got a gun i got sentinels yeah
so its a wrap for you like tentacles yeah yeah
k!lling everything k!lling everything
i’ll put a band on you like a wedding ring
i’m k!lling anything k!lling anything
you need an alto when i let it sing die
everybody gonna feel the wrath of a stone cold k!ller when i said the ring
i got my grounds covered everybody round hush
nobody saw a thing
i took sometime to go and get myself together
hit the point where i didn’t want this shit forever
but thats giving winners to the people who told me never
it only gets better that’s the shit i’m always gon’ remember
now i’m in this b-tch feeling like a whole new nigga
if i don’t f-ck with you then its a wrap for you niggas
cause i’ve been down and i ain’t never going back
without a nets jersey i’mma put this city on my back

- skinnyheaded

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