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letra de private fig - superp0s

i might be the fakest one you know
all that real stuff to me is fake
(ayeeeee)
i don’t think none it gettin’ through the pearly gates
(comon)
i’m the reason half the privates at the base opted out so they could get they confidence up to a better state
(well)
they was stuck and i had a good escape
(well)
the way they looked ya woulda thought i had a cape
(well)
i told them bout don’t listen to the state therе’s a god that overrules evеry sgt in this place
(who?)

they claimed i was a threat to the whole team
little men in greens acting like they freaking mean
funny thing when smith banged sgt ‘s wife
(yo yo yo)
sgt had 11 kids
but they kept that smith on the scene?
(he held the bible studies too)
that’s when i knew it was a different thing
my spirit must’ve made them n-ggas think that i had different wings
(praise god)
my last letter to the commander i said by the end of this god still gonna give me one your rings
(yo yo yo)
all the stuff i didn’t say that i remember
coke heads packing parachutes getting lazier by the center
remember she jumped and that white girls head got dismembered?
(rip)
i already knew one them drunk n-ggas didn’t remember
(sloshed)
but that’s life when riskin life for one of your members
(merrrica)
in december my boy tyler was strumming his fender
(my boy)
i would stop and listen to his sweet crescendas
(big boy ty)
i’m getting slight nostalgic contemplating his splendor
(clevelanddddd)
god said how about you do it my way?
(ok)
if they kick your b-tt out, there’s still yaweh
(ok)
if they judge ya girl and clout, i’ll change it my way
(ok)
i’ll return the judge to them and their families
(ayeeee)
delude them and make em think it’s all great
(ayeeee)
their whole life make em think their first place
(ayeeee)
til the day they face that their power came from no grace
(ok)
and dang the whole time i was enjoying work everyday
(chuuuuurch)
i might be the fakest one you know
all that real stuff to me is fake
(ayeeeee)
i don’t think none it gettin’ through the pearly gates
(comon)
i’m the reason half the privates at the base opted out so they could get they confidence up to a better state
(well)
they was stuck and i had a good escape
(well)
the way they looked ya woulda thought i had a cape
(well)
i told them bout don’t listen to the state there’s a god that overrules every sgt in this place
(who?)

i had a specialist tell me “you’ll never get a job”
(true)
he said “you’ll never even be able to drive a car”
(true)
he probably doing push-ups right now in the yard
(true)
the fat fart could barely scream the number 24
(fatty pants)
i had one kidney and i was dusting captains from afar
(yo yo yo)
i had captains putting shrooms in a sealed drawer
(boomin)
but god forgive
cuz i went too far
and i would like to apologize but still be raw
(lo siento)
i hope your families never grow for you being wrong
(ding dongs)
i drive with bad tags all times and the freaking law
(effin feds)
caught me went to court and guess what i still got off
(judge smudge)
my robot took those jobs from your kids boss?
(willo!)
(w-w-lly!)
but i truly do apologize cuz i was bored
(really?)
too passionate i’ve settled down since the holy lord
(praise him)
showed how more about how your still a poor jerk
who got money but ain’t favored cuz u hate your work
and that’s the realest thing
(ain’t it)
ain’t that’s the realest thing?
(hmm)
guess it don’t even matter what religion you concealing
(hmm)
and your holy wife and your evil brat?
(hmm)
gonnna end up hating work just like daddy did?
oh you hatin me? don’t let that thought finish yet
god a have you in church wondering why not him-a-himmina yet?
(hmm)
that little praise ya do ain’t hit him yet?
(hmm)
maybe it was never praise—just a feeling, yeah?
(h-hmm, yeah?)

i might be the fakest one you know
all that real stuff to me is fake
(ayeeeee)
i don’t think none it gettin’ through the pearly gates
(comon)
i’m the reason half the privates at the base opted out so they could get they confidence up to a better state
(well)
they was stuck and i had a good escape
(well)
the way they looked ya woulda thought i had a cape
(well)
i told them bout don’t listen to the state there’s a god that overrules every sgt in this place
(who?)

- superp0s

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