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letra de jay rock - tim westwood freestyle

[verse]
look inside the eyes of the real n-ggas
crack babies, nyquil, been the drill n-ggas
yeah we been in this field n-gga
i pop my collar like i’m pickin’ cotton, catch the steel picture
ain’t no business n-gga like show business
don’t lose sight when you tryin’ to handle your own business
in that new addition, forgiatos candy-painted gleamin’
smoke tinted, two straps with some dope in it
two hundred on the dash, tires screechin’
thrive huh? gotta live through the four seasons
last year was cold, it left my soul grievin’
this a game of life and death, and ain’t no cheatin’
that’s why i keep the hammer in the pants
we don’t turn down fades we can tango
anything else after that get a rain coat
bullets ain’t got no name they sing the same note
i used to walk inside that shack, quarter packs
vengence upon ’em, i wonder miss a total rap
this blood on the east side, embedded stones on my slap
chopper style strap, impressive i bring the grinders back, yeah
it’s all or nothin’, shovin’ hundreds through the laundromats
nevermind the stats, four to twenty where my lament at
i did a lot, i ain’t takin’ nothin’ back
so it’s f-ck you if you don’t love it, let ’em run with that, yeah
every now and then i’m blackin’ out
like edison on the first when you ain’t cashin’ out
this redemption is worldwide, respect the p-ssion now
whippin’ them new foreigns guess we lashin’ out
i drip blood of a slave, shaka zulu in the flesh
?’s in my eyes, i ain’t sippin’ qualitest
quarter million in my pocket, now they wanna test?
a few dollas, that’ll have them guarders at your neck
i know some hyenas go fast like jets
bullets to your chest so fast like “catch”
’cause when you boomin’, hands out like you owe somethin’
you was broke and bummy they ain’t let you hold nothin’
got that chopper ready, steady hold a whole hunnid’
that’s for them haters, out there tryin’ to take my soul from me
and god don’t like ugly, you can’t control nothin’
that’s for them haters, out there tryin’ to take my soul from me
either pray or play for your team, red or blue
make sure you got bleach to get rid of that residue
no chill, dealin’ with rule-breakers and vandals
blowers in the bando, fitters with the flannel
east side johnny and them, a bunch of have nots
out to reinforce the black top, watch the backdrop
i represent from that nickerson aspect
you ain’t down to toss the dice for your self? you side bet, yeah
we live threats, gotta flip, take it off
f-ck ’em all, gotta ball, we stuck in that mind set
in the belly of the beast, is some sh-t you can dissect
food for thought, this reality, some sh-t you can digest
they feel some type of way, oh yeah, we see the curve
ray bans on in the summer, and then we swerve
east side sh-t, nothing is by the book though
and i ain’t prejudge, just keep your ears to the truth though
yeah, yeah, i’m the truth, hoe
yeah, yeah, shoutout to migos

- tim westwood freestyle

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