letra de fake fans - the underachievers
listen, listen, listen
everybody tryin to get up on our sh-t
talkin bout they’re elevated
they don’t know the half of it
tryna get up in our posse
we got rules like f-cking nazis
gotta pop an acid hit
and let it drip like asap rocky
hold up catch me in soho
with my team we’re riding dolo
hogging all my fans
and give your ends up to the hobos
walk around the store can’t
tell i’m high smell the dough though
if you don’t f-ck with the gang man
you ain’t getting any photos
let me stop it
all my dreads be rocking
sh-t ain’t nothing roll another
got a half o in my pocket
i sweat the topic
they call me a prophet
makin music f-ckin third eye
and the close their other sockets
spit this conscious sh-t
and all these other rappers fronting
bout to f-ck the whole game up
while i’m taking it ain’t nothing
be that indigo you know
rapping for that golden soul
gotta get in where you fit in
you ain’t with it gotta go
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
they said they bout it
they ain’t bout it
they ain’t with the plan
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
i keep a f-cking closed circle
you ain’t with the gang
back on the map now your chick all over my aura
she see the king seeking the ring
but never get nothing for her
brought up where futures ain’t promised
look at my life be astonished
dishing out positive rays
receiving back the same thing
a living lord of my land
you niggwes novice i know this
couldn’t write a bar that i know
the … the hardest you know this
killing in the game ain’t even gonna lie
never thought i’d be in it told’em it’s gonna take time
but of course they’re a critic
cause i coast through the limits
now we large and we living
guided by the light shine the dark away
oh you never earn a penny
live the harder way
your hearts intention be what you contemplate
so spread love that’s the godly way
got more drugs than a pharmacy
that’s your main squeeze in the lingerie
she on her knees like she trying to pray
embracing the d in all kinda ways
so spiritfree is what i’m tryna say
motherf-cker
sh-t i ain’t gonna lie
went to school until i grew up
thought the limit was the sky
now i’m winning with the moon
and killing liquid based lies
spreading knowledge like a tutor
….screw waiting in line
let the sour d fill my lungs
gold fangs hanging over my gums
we flatbush bro can’t stop us
just watch this
and let the legends grow and become
spit this conscious sh-t
and all these other rappers fronting
bout to f-ck the whole game up
while i’m taking it ain’t nothing
be that indigo you know
rapping for that golden soul
gotta get in where you fit in
you ain’t with it gotta go
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
they said they bout it
they ain’t bout it
they ain’t with the plan
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
can’t f-ck with n-gg-rs man
i keep a f-cking closed circle
you ain’t with the gang
letras aleatórias
- letra de godspeed (feb. 31st) - oranj goodman
- letra de the principle of evil made flesh - live - cradle of filth
- letra de jeito de ser - ouve-aí
- letra de in the morning - paper lace
- letra de cowgirl in the sand (live carnegie hall 1970) - neil young
- letra de pirouette - granada
- letra de the path in the middel of the circle - the ancient order
- letra de starve - peewee longway
- letra de where you are - ann doka
- letra de god bless evil ii - da4th