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letra de headshot - tillr

[hook]
it’s a war and i’m on fire with the headshots
more doing, less talk, throwing dirt you get rocked
next stop is the f-cking top so get with it
if you don’t then i ain’t tripping but don’t switch up when i’m winning

[verse 1 – tillr]
i’ve been whipping up the bangers every day and night
time ain’t never wasted when i’m channeling the rage inside
music is a way of life and i know i was made to shine
so i’ma stay inside and try to stabilize my crazy mind
i pay no mind to the hate, been ripping up foes and filling up graves
you get in my way, we’re gonna get rowdy
doubt me, you’re gonna regret it profoundly
go on and crown me, b-tch i’m a king
i’m up in the clouds spreading my wings
there isn’t a thing in the world i would chill for
tryna see my name up on a billboard
i’m in ill form only getting better
been a freak of nature with the frickin effort
i swear that my songs are hidden treasures
disagree, you’re gonna get dismembered
quick refresher if you didn’t know
that i’m mad determined with a wicked flow
and i can’t be bothered when i’m in the zone
finna make some waves and hit the road
and show the world what they’re missing
want me to ease up, better keep wishing
i’m on a mission to keep on delivering hits, we stay posted in the kitchen
focused on the vision, limits ain’t been here
every word that i’m saying is sincere
b-tch i’ve been fierce, never mid tier
going hard in the paint till the sh-t’s clear
[hook]
it’s a war and i’m on fire with the headshots
more doing, less talk, throwing dirt you get rocked
next stop is the f-cking top so get with it
if you don’t then i ain’t tripping but don’t switch up when i’m winning
let that sh-t bang, they wishing they could hang with us
toss em in the grave, good luck going face to face with him
placed on the front line, you get met with mayhem
break records, break necks, who be getting slain next?

[verse 2 – jincassable]
ya boys still indebted to the game
f-ck the top, sky’s in range, i’m still c-cky as they claim
i make it pop, wrist locked, pick pockets want the wristw-tch
j-i-n the e-t-a the name got layers it rips off
p-ssed off, who you think you coming to for sh-t talk
jiny serves it up like boston tea in 73, to get his sh-t rocked
no headshot it’s clean
those belts get buckled for dreams
cause i’m just riding out the storm, i stay protected for fiends
and when you start to catch a wave you wanna ride the sh-t away
don’t be moving on no funny sh-t you something with those claims
i don’t ever drop no names cause i got way much more to gain than them
f-ck a friend, a close ally, has more meaning in the end
hop on a beat, swerving a ten
body it clean while i double the bens
i’m in the booth it’s a one a take again
gimme the fee, f-ck all the trends
i don’t be poppin’ my sh-t for n0body
i get n go, like i’m right out the lobby
it’s rip takeoff direct like john gotti
my haters keep talking, their words are behind me

- tillr

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