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letra de t-top & goodz freestyle on flex | freestyle #050 - t-top

[verse 1: goodz]
ten dollars an hour just ain’t enough to live
might gamble and go to jail, f-ck up big
pops left, glad my mother love her kids
they say a woman can’t make a man, well my mother did
and a d-mn good one, i’m talkin’ something big
when it’s beef i don’t grill i’m tryin’ to touch her rib
and i got the sauce to do it (uh)
new panoramic porsche to prove it
your block, i bring coffins to it
come between me and this green, ain’t got the floss to do it
(flex!)
you looking at king kong playing ping pong
with these wack rap n-ggas with theme songs, dream on
i keep faculties on a green foreign
paint it yellow and green, it look like peas and cream corn
this is effortless, same time recklessness
trip n-gga check a chick, i just checked the chick
her man come then them texts will spark
and i don’t’ ask nothing, why question marks?
you ain’t gotta like the artist but respect the art
cuz if we both strike together we could catch a spark
what are you, wired up? trying to figure out where the drugs are kept?
well live wires never tell where the plugs connect
would you rather? love, respect?
i would say love but i love respect
getting cash now, you would call the shots but got to be smart
cuz we was taught to k!ll up cash cows before the beef start
you g-ngb-ng high blunt, that heat spark
pump all the blood you want, you still need heart
yeah, you still need heart
can’t start the drive without it, that’s the key part
bronx n-gga ’til they bury me there
grew up on one rule: never be scared
let it rain money, i’ll just get up and catch it
i’m good, dog, i can make the coke sit up and backflip
never trust them, i ain’t got sh-t for them b-st-rds
atm what? i just lift up my mattress
don’t need a bank in america, that’s y’all dough
i’m trying to chase some mail, as well as a fargo
still, never have love for the money
cuz if you do, it’ll make you act bug for the money
my daughter said “daddy, i want a tub full of money”
gave her a debit card, now learn how to budget your money
(yeah)
i’ve been icing all week
gucci flip flops and some michael kors tees
standby to be fly, i’m the sh-t for life
n-gga you fly where? you musta missed your flight
when it all gone, don’t want to see a brick in sight
if i knew you for some time, you get a different price
treat it like a bad kid, you got to whip it right
imagine chopping up a brick with a kitchen knife
i’m talking real raps, raps off the dome
rappers coming off stations singing raps off they phone
like what the f-ck we do that at?
look at me, n-gga, real rap back
yeah, half a gallon, i’m the man
if you broke, you just wouldn’t understand
so they made a different cloth when they cut mine
tough guys don’t act tough with the tough guys
don’t like the seats, i told the dealer to gut mine
cuz i’ma eat, i’ll be walking with that tray like it’s lunchtime
yeah, they used to call me fatso (huh)
let my pockets stay fat so
if you get it all the way up and throw it back slow
to sip some remy ma and get acquainted with this fat joe
i’m in a coupe bumpin’ punisher
your ice really violate me, i will punish ya
yeah, let my little goonies come for ya
we decorate your frame, i’ll move around your furniture
all these rappers talking bars, i’m like bars what?
i’m in the street dodging bars, cups, cops, police, pigs, rats
it’s hard not to squeeze these big gats
i’m telling ya, n-gga start telling, it ain’t no helping ya
put a sh-ll in your back, i’ll donatello ya
worker come up short, i won’t yell at ya
just demote him to knicks, i’ll carmelo ya
handgun with a scope, you’ve never seen that?
when you all the way up, you got to lean back
and make plans on how to keep that green stacked
and nine to five, i was asking where the fiends at
if you still so cracked, n-gga, you washed up
i was bathing it letting that crack wash up
letting soft white turn into some hard stuff
deceit’s but a soft white, my n-gga, get your cards up
half a gallon, i’m the man
if you broke, you just wouldn’t understand
free easy
[verse 2: t-top]
i say berettas got soul soon as berettas got old
i’ve been using draco (hold on … hold on)
i say, i say berettas got old when berettas got soul
now i’m using dracos, yeah, shout out to big soulja
my little brother’s still trying to get him a break so
it got n-ggas out on the grip doing straights form
i told my n-ggas i be back again
or i got this little van that i could pack us in
cuz now i’m doing my traffickin’ with the trappin’ sh-t
and tryin’ to f-ck something up everywhere that i haven’t been
some of them came but most of them didn’t
and now that everyone that came, sh-t, most of them winnin’
and if they losin’, we couldn’t handle what we was givin’
man, you should have said that bullsh-t from the beginning
dog, i try to blow with my friends knowing
but it’s hard to try to smoke with the wind blowing
just an -n-logy, you’ll get it later
hey, them n-ggas mad at me for getting paper
how, i made the best out of my situation
you could have done the same thing, but you n-ggas playing
and now you on your instagram like my n-gga made it
the sad part is you hate to say it (d-mn)
and it feel good to see my mama smile
cuz for the longest time i couldn’t make my mama proud
sh-t, she looked at me like a problem child
cuz every time she looked at me she see my father’s smile
hey, it made her cry sometimes, i know it
sh-t, i even cry sometimes, i just ain’t show it
i learned a long time ago never show your emotion
cuz they’ll try to play your face, all i need is a token
so what you gon’ tell me ’bout your life?
when i could make a movie off me and my bro life
b-tch, i seen my mother have a stroke twice
my pops got k!lled trying to live that dope life
and i ain’t even meet him yet
cocaine flows, i ain’t even spitting needles yet
used to rob magazine stands just to see a jet
but nowadays i got to find a mirror just to see the best (sh-t)
and what about before that?
i swear to god i feel like a rich n-gga’s doormat
why? we moved up but it was more rats
and more snakes in the tall grass
i had a vision by the… (aww, man. part life, man. you already know what i’m doing.)
[verse 3: goodz]
she just want a fat ass and a tummy tuck
so he can throw dollars in the air, get your money up
what, you prefer that mac, well this the runner up
stupid bird go quack, i tell him dummy duck
if you weird doing style now, run amok
tight pants and colored hair, they ain’t one of us
want to hear some real raps, i’ll be glad to
i’m from that era where really rapping, you had to
i’m a dude that rap, i’m not a rap dude
shoot your block up, spin a corner, and come back through
soon as you raise your hand, i’m coming at you
sticks and stones don’t break bones, they build statues
you can’t feed a grown lion cat food
we both get bills but yours is past due
i get money sick, i get the cash flu
got me picking through this paper like a raffle
yeah!

[verse 4: t-top]
b-tch i grew up p-ss poor with my family up in the projects
really a trap house but we treated it like the projects
daddy’s gone, no problem, n-gga, i got you
i take a 50 piece and knock it off for some profit
my uncle in that back room blasting off like a rocket
it’s h-ll but he’ll forget all the skeletons in his closet
he used to be the man but he still think that he got it
he be braggin’ ’bout the haters while looking just like a zombie, yeah
and my cousin on that cat p-ss
wonder why we ain’t have sh-t

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