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letra de roll credits - son nova

[verse 1]
n-ggas be sleeping on your boy like xanax
i can’t let that sh-t slide, i outta give them contacts
make em see clearly, every time they hear me
low-key n-ggas fear me, cause all the bars are deadly
aiming for the riches, with the money and the b-tches
house on a island, with a b-tch who grants wishes
call that sh-t a happy ending
actually, a new beginning
thoughts of women got me sinning, guilty yet i still be grinning
all the praise to the most high, funny how time files
friends turn into foes
girls turn into hoes
bros turn into fakes
n-ggas turn into snakes
if this a dream will i awake?
cause i be tired of the bullsh-t, it’s starting to get foolish
life getting repet-tive, imma need a sedative
i’m the king of the anxiety, this is my reality
qlan thr3e is what im reppin
a group of future millionaires is something were professing
introverted creative minds, using proverbs as a weapon
you’re in the presence of a yung da vinci
speak clearly when you’re talking to me
i’ve had more epiphany’s than luxuries
so my plans will not be thwarted
but in this rigged game of f-cking chess
the smartest move is not rewarded
i just use my pseudonym, to be spitting synonyms
hyperbole’s, and gems and them
my flow is so spectacular, my lyrics are vernacular
who do i think i’m better than?
no in particular
this song has no topic
hating -ss n-ggas be like please make him stop it
but i be still k!lling them, with lyrics from my cranium
i hope that solves the issues, this song isn’t cannon
the actual story is to be continued
you’re still here?
its over
go home
i ain’t got much to say, most of this off the dome
but i’m pretty much untouchable, when i be in my zone
my raps don’t tell stories, my raps they tell tales
i feel the like the new stanley kubrick
meets the new orson welles
but instead of cam, i have a mic
and my lyrics are my cinematography
with the flow of an old soul, and the mind of a visionary
i’m gonna metamorphosize, into what you wish you could be
a threat to the game, expect twice as deadly

[chorus]
when you run out of new sh-t to say
roll credits n-gga
when the stories over
and you need to go away
roll credits n-gga
when they try you
but you don’t give a f-ck
roll credits n-gga
when they wanna play you
but they ain’t got no luck
roll credits n-gga
when its been trill
but now its time to go
roll credits n-gga
what will happen next
no one really knows
rolls credits n-gga
when its been lit
but its time to end the show
roll credits n-gga
when they gonna hate
but you’re just gonna roll
roll credits n-gga
yeah yeah
roll credits n-gga
yeah yeah yeah
roll credits n-gga

[verse 2]
this is the bad bad world
where the size of n-ggas pockets is the reason he gets girls
where a f-ck boy disses you, and its never to your face
then you become the bad guy
when you tell em know your place
all these f-cking hypocrites, how can people live like this? slaves to the gram, take a selfie with a snapback
you ain’t got no degree, cause all you know is snapchat
b-tches having babies, child support money
spent on a handbag
i don’t need to know you, to know that you a hoe
ask around the neighbourhood, every body knows
i’m the ghost in the sh-ll, my world is changing i can tell
what is love to a n-gga like me?
who can never find a reason ever to be happy
fill the gl-ss half empty, for the n-gga with no empathy
i feel like, that’s who i’m destined to become
in a world so cold, that’s becoming over run
with the greed and the lies
and the deaths and the bribes
who can you really trust in this game of deception?
lies within lies, this our inception
freedom of the mind
that’s the motivation
b-tches and the money
that is the temptation
dreams of success
to help the elevation
next level conscious
that’s the destination
never underestimate, the power to discriminate
looks can be deceiving , but opinions can contaminate
stalking b-tches twitter feed
creeping like a centipede, sneaky like -ss-ssins creed
all i wanna do is f-ck, but maybe she is not a sl-t
yes she is yes she is, green light green light
i could be her hero, if i had a bigger ego
guess i’m meant to play the villain
but instead i’ll be here chilling judging from a distance

[chorus]

[film projector]

- son nova

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