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letra de no response - tom macdonald

[ verse 1]

i’m the rapper, that these other rappers jealous of
i made more off cds, than rappers who are selling drugs
true story
every single aspect – independent
i got texts form presidents and major labels i ain’t read yet
told my manager i’d knock him out
he was like the homie
then i fired him
if you’re watching this
sorry dog, au revoir
i don’t need n0body’s help
it’s me and nova by ourselves
come here babe!
this is the entire team, n0body else
i conceptualize, produce and write, like every record
me and nova work the hooks, then they’re mixed and mastered by evan
this is home – grown
shout out all the rappers who have thrown stones
i’ma die rich, while your casket full of broke bones
i ain’t gon’ respond to all your disses, like i get it
your videos get no views, you say my name and people cl!ck it
but i’m different
you need clout and you’re desperate to make a living
but my bank account already full, i counted seven digits, like
[verse 2]

ya’ll attack me with disses
attract all the critics
i laugh at predictions
surpass all the limits
the wacker the rapper
the more he’s angered by the fact that i’m winning
i’m stacking the millions
it’s tragic to witness
the cancer and children
ay
no playlist, no paid cl!cks, no fake sh-t
rappers call me g-y, cause my braids pink
your main b-tch
go crazy
so wasted
front row at my show
i’m her favourite

i’m famous
they’re basically hate, that i made it
get paid more in a day
than they claim on their pay check
i’m patient, but say my name again
i ain’t playing
i’ll buy the place that you’re staying
then raise the rest to the sp-ce
and your parents’ bas-m-nt is vacant
[verse 3]

they call me privileged
ya’ll can’t admit that i’m gifted
i did it without a label’s assistance
i made the business decisions
i overcame the addictions
lived in the streets, got evicted
kicked it with k!llers and strippers
but still, my vision was different
i bought a mic, started spitting
produced the beats and i mixed it
i turned my hand into a fist and flipped a bird to the system
i prayed i’ll finish my mission
and keep my image consistent
i fixed the parts that were missing
and switched the gas and the pistons
it’s mathematics and physics
i had to travel the distance
i had to have some ambition
and then subtract my suspicion
i wanted castles and riches
headed for caskets or prisons
i battled glasses of liquor
and cabinets packed with prescriptions
[verse 4]

and still these f-cking rappers wanna sneak diss
always on my facebook
always tryna’ tweet sh-t
i ain’t gonna keep this a secret
my market – ingenious
the algorithm triggered, by exploiting your weakness
and ya’ll can call me cl!ckbait and gimmicks
i call me rich
five million monthly listens on spotify
suck my d-ck
i’m about drop a couple million dollars on a crib
quarter million on a whip
i just sent my mom a grip
and first of all
i heard it all
i could write a perfect song
i google the net worth of rappers hating and i don’t respond
middle finger from my flying jet
i don’t give a flying f-ck
every single person i have met
f-cking [?] on twitter in their tub

[verse 5]

yo
rappers wanna beef
i got the roast fam
put them in the dirt
like a f-cking ufo crash
double time rappers mad i murder it with slow raps
all they do is go fast
turn them with some dos
with some mos
facts
slow clap
pull the triggers quickly with no blowback
cracking under pressure like a coke glass
no fence
jealous that i roast fast
ya’ll are on the rollback
look at your career
it’s a joke man!
promise that i won’t laugh
say you got the smoke
can’t afford gas
oh man
so sad
you record your album in a closet full of clothes
with a notepad
strong on the outside
muscles with no bonemass

[verse 5]

let’s look at me for a second
man i was deep in depression
making me weak and pathetic
i thought i needed they blessings
it leaves an impression
i feel the infection
repeating the lessons
would only lead to me
and that’s a lethal injection
and i was chasing the dragon
with no medieval invention
i go to sleep and dream my life would be for me, if i catch it
i let my demons possess me
till’ i woke up in a wreckage
and realised that i destroyed all of the [?] blessings
it’s like my feet were magnetic [?] with steel were connected
i couldn’t seem to reach the sky no matter how far i’m streching
and i was beaten to death
and screaming for help for a second
now i put everything i bleed into completing my records
i can’t compete with my past
but i’m still seeking the relics
and i believe with every breath i breathe – the sequel is better
no fear or surrender
i’m clearing the pressure
the tears – i remember
will never let me forget
i was near to the devil

[verse 6]

i never claimed to be holy
but i got angels’ protection
i got a barbed wire halo and devil h-rns i don’t mention
yeah, the lord is my savior
but sh-t, revenge is so tempting
i don’t expect to see heaven
if that’s the case – i respect it

[[not finished yet, it’ll happen soon]]

- tom macdonald

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