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letra de i'llsmilewhileyouburn - the virus & antidote

i been (yeah) p-ssed off (uh-huh)
i might lift off (yeah)
[making moves out the bus]
now i feel like rick ross. (uh)

you might got the juice
but i make meals wit’ the sauce (uh-huh)
and this n—a
f-ck your feelins’
take this l
that’s a loss. (l, that’s a loss)

catchin’ me loaded
sayin’ he “shoot up the block
i might pull up on the potus (pull up on the potus)
[?] like i’m moses
i’m wit’ the dead and i’m hopeless (uh-huh)
i put your head in the loop, where the rope is

i never fear another n—a
i know they’ p-ssy and i know that i been the coldest. (uh-huh)
i been too focused to notice that everybody actin’ different
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
even the closest n—as around me (yeah)
i got some hitters in the city and out the county. (yeah, yeah)
[?]
i am the same n—a
you gon’ see me the way that you found me (uh-huh)
i go to war, i’m goin’ door to door
they fiendin’ for more and more
i’m off the blood and gore (uh-huh)
but sh-t, n—a. (sh-t n—a)

i been p-ssed off (yeah)
i might lift-off (uh-huh)
[making moves out the bus]
now i feel like rick ross. (uh)

you might got the juice
but i make meals wit’ the sauce (meals wit’ the sauce)
and it’s still
f-ck your feelin’s
take this l
that’s a loss (take this l, that’s a loss b-tch)
b-tch

it’s midnight again
the city shuts its eyes
hushed voices and candlelight
there’s a shadow on the wall that’s fl!ckering and beckoning you
to leave it all behind
while you’re lying on the bed and its burning
it’s burning for what you’ve done
when death will not release you, cops will not believe you
there’s nowhere else to run
i’llsmilewhileyouburn

they love it when i talk that sh-t
they love it when i make that flip
like a switchblade, i might have to cut that b-tch
and it’s back to the trap, its a wrap
if a n—a gotta load that clip

speedin in the rain
i be swervin
i might lose my grip
but i still got a o in the zip
still got a pound in the crib
imma stick to that lane
never hesi’ and fillet my wrist

i try countin’ all my blessings but i ended up wit problems
drivin real slow, i be dodgin’ all the [knockers]
wait under the bed, i be foolin’ with the monsters
russian roulette, put your [muzzle near revolver]
comin at me sideways, better speak proper
if you ain’t with the code, then my n—a, don’t bother
ion’ call em son, cause they shine, i call em [suckers]
i’m they motherf-ckin’ father

- the virus antidote

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