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letra de my shot - spectreemcee

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[verse 1]
as i stare at the dishes in the sink, wishes what i think
crazy how life switches in a blink, nice scriptures what i ink
i aim to be an entrepreneur, and i’m charged as a junior
i’m armed and truer, i’ve been steady stackin’ ammo
blending in with the crowd, i’m back in camo
i’m the f-ckin’ shark that attack in the shallow
after the recordin’ sesh, i’m out and scorin’ cess
i’m looking for more than s-x, drawin’ tecs
flexin foreign ‘vettes and forgin’ cheques
i’m only seven teen, livin’ sh-t that you never seen
i’m tryin’ to endeavour cream, while smoking on ever green
perceived as a p-wn wishin’ to be a better king
i flow rhymes that are rarer than the gold mines
needa unlock your closed minds, ‘cause i don’t f-ck with those kinds
reminiscin’ about old times has help me mould rhymes
ain’t stressin’ ‘bout a co-sign, i’ll make it in no time

[chorus]
i feel like i’m locked in a cage, i just wanna stop and rage
but as i jot on the page, i plot and engage
wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
it’s not for the wage, it’s my shot for the stage

[verse 2]
see, it’s the mandela effect, i thought i had h-lla respect
not finna be a fella in debt, offer an umbrella in the wet
you say i’m “failin’ in rap”, and i’m impalin’ your back
i’m more down to earth than a f-ckin’ alien attack
i dream to have a stadium packed, sayin’ you rap
i ain’t playin’ your track, i’m leavin’ your cranium cracked
and dawg, i put that on the f-ckin’ australian flag
the studio’s the finest realm, it’s where we writers dwell
more rare than a knife in a cell, spittin’ rhymes and i’m white as h-ll
lingerin’ in the game, like the slightest smell
triggering the flame dawg, sh-t i might as well
i produced the track, i’m leavin’ it bruised and cracked
f-ck a day job, i’m choosin’ to rap
like a detective i’m lookin’ for the clues and the facts
i got get loose and relax, it ain’t bout the jewels and cash
i keep it real dawg, i ain’t usin’ a mask

[chorus]
i feel like i’m locked in a cage, i just wanna stop and rage
but as i jot on the page, i plot and engage
wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
it’s not for the wage, it’s my shot for the stage

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