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letra de god image - skypp

play the violin for your sob stories
n0body cares, work harder. we want all the glory
stay solid for me
why kick it when i got the door key?
piling up more fiends, nowadays all they want is morphine
something i foreseen
zombies fold like origami for a fix
how bad they want a hit is how i want this rap sh-t
addicted to grind, gold chalice sipping on some wine
instituting a movement to get this music sh-t aligned
translating our grind from illegal to cerebral
using our mind cause we are divine as a people
this murder sh-t too common, we’re normalizing evil
i’m talking more jay-z, and less bеanie siegel
capitalizе, you fall off get back on the rise
another dollar for every time they were stacking the odds
we had to get by
no dwelling on the failing and how we had to start selling
just to get a little gas in the ride
that be a part of the journey and we ain’t skipping no steps
obtaining knowledge so we can know how to handle distress
this real sh-t dying, cpr, hand on the chest
y’all want that fake sh-t, panda express
not me though

authentic, god image
don’t run from it, we dive in it
cause you got to make a splash if you want to start a wave
authentic, god image
don’t run from it, we dive in it
cause you got to make a splash if you want to start a wave
flat tires and i still got drive, still i rise
not j.cole, i’m not nas, i’m king skypp
pac died, i arrived to fill the gap, surprise!
thank god, no boat rides, hop on this stream ship
clean kicks don’t mean sh-t you’re a supreme b-tch
ain’t no other way to dress it unless you put on a dress and address it, queen sh-t
you’re the reason polices recieve tips
and press k!llers who never leave prints, i bleed this
leader of the pack
back when i put the xannies and the reefer inside a sack
they thinking i ain’t bout it cuz i barely acknowledge that
but in reality i could’ve filled out a college app
this sh-t is abnormal
cause when you find a peace of mind and leave behind the streets
they say it’s making you soft like a bad p-rno
this sh-t twisted like i had cornrows
never yes, more no’s
make you want to forego, eligibility
silly me, falling for it like cupid
but ain’t no bow and arrows, only pistols and bullets
mentally unstable all praise to the plug
if they ain’t telling you to do better, it’s not love
not love

- skypp

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