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letra de see god - tom macdonald

[verse 1]
they been prayin’ that i fall
i ain’t trippin’, not at all
i still run it, they still crawl
they so mad they not involved
middle fingers, suck my b-lls
they been prayin’ that i lose
they all faker than the news
i’ve got nothin’ left to prove, that’s the truth
i’m tired of saying that if i can do it, you can do it
you’re only human
i’m like a fusion of man and computer, my synapse is wrapped in elastic and aluminum
all of these rappers are actin’ unusual
mad at the plaques that are stacked in my studio
y’all should be happy you’re not in a cubical
but your upset, because my life is beautiful
i take my food to go, y’all are consumable
i hit the gym, carry the weight like the truman show
hating on me should be unconstitutional
sentenced to death in a [?], executional
everybody tryna get me p-ssed off
i’m a big dawg, make a diss i can get rich quick from
i don’t trip, nah, i make hit songs
everybody tryna copy me, from the little kids to kid rock
i see the conspiracy videos, claimin’ i’m illuminati
see basically theories, like that is created by people who actually angry they’re not me
they make excuses for why i’m successful, and their still a failure, it’s actually tragic
the only way they can cope with the facts is by claiming i have an advantage, crackheads
me and nova used to live in a slum
in the middle of the hood, with the gangs and the guns
had like 14 bucks for some milk and some buns
but then god spoke through me, like he planned it for us
i wrote “dear rappers”, i was mad and i meant that
borrowed money from brandon for a google ad
paid him back when i got my first check from tunecore, and that was 10 grand, yup
then we bought a flash and a light stand
then we bought a lens and red cam
we invested every single penny into records, gettin’ heavily in debt
but we were confident, eventually we would get fans
then i wrote “h-lluvit” and followed it with “whiteboy”
and they both got a million views
i was still in the hood, eating dollar store yogurt, recording the songs in my living room
i was in psycho mode, every song viral, though
climbin’ the charts with a 5 dollar microphone
still in the ghetto, my foot in the pedal
we were lucky if we made the rent, and the lights were on
rushin’ to write a song, tryna survive it all
nova would shoot it, and edit, and every night was long
we were so tired, and desperate with dire depression, we’re fightin’ like cats and dogs
i’m tired of ignoring the hate, it’s no longer okay
they should know they place
i ain’t got the bloodline that makes you enlightened, no masons controllin’ what i say
novas last name is “paholek”, you know that the rockafeller name is fake
so go tell your qanon homies that none of them know me
say it to my face
[pre-chorus]
i work so hard ‘til i went mental
man, why can’t you see?
couple kids made somethin’ special
no conspiracy
i’m just on another level
one you can’t believe
you give credit to the devil, but theres always

[chorus]
me, dawg
feel like i’m a million feet
tall
ain’t n0body i can’t beat, y’all
ain’t n0body high as me, dawg
i am higher than the treetops
i’m so high that i can reach
stars
i’m above the mountain peaks, y’all
i’m so high that i can see god

[verse 2]
they been prayin’ that i quit
but my flame been stayin’ lit
i been livin’ how they want
they still taken’ what they get
i guess it is what it is
middle fingers stayin’ flipped
i will never run with y’all
tell ‘em all to suck my-, yeah
i’m tired of bein’ the target for these artists
y’all look r-t-rded
i get that y’all wanna be ‘cause i’m the largest
but i’m doin’ all of this without all the conflict
i was a carpenter still got the nails in my pocket
i built me an empire with everyone watching
they call me demonic, but me and god talkin’
and honesty keepin’ me out of a coffin
my body is harder than metal plates, ay
my heart electronic, it never breaks, ay
genetically altered, i’ve been dissected by doctors, and had every subatomic particle replaced, ay
everybody wanna get a big house
they got big mouths
“how to get clout?” homie, sit down
you a big clown, trynna run a diss ‘cause you missed out
never thrown a fist to a king, you ain’t been ‘round
my billboard plaques collect dust
they been sittin’ on the floor, i never put ‘em up
26 #1s, i’ve already won
they’re like “you fakin’ it, he’s satan’s kid, he’s everybody’s favorite, i’m hatin’ this, i know he’s not a patriot, canadian, he lame and he probably only famous ‘cause he paid for it”
4 years to the top of the game
you ain’t never seen, a record contract on my name
how many rappers stay exactly the same?
y’all get a couple bucks, then immediately change
i still write the words that i speak
i still make like all of my beats
i use these words on another record, on the same f-ckin’ cd, b-tch
why the h-ll would the illuminati want a alcoholic with a mental problem?
i can’t be controlled, i don’t fit the mold
they want britney spears, not dennis rodman
i am self-made, did it on my own
i never needed help, or a sacrificial goat
not connected to the devil, i will never sell my soul
i’m a kid who did it all for his girl and his folks, yup
i’m exposin’ the truth if they hit so well
they gon’ come for me, and i’mma give ‘em h-ll
before i end up dead or in a prison cell
“tom macdonald didn’t k!ll himself”
i’m a big boy
a big problem for big oil
and big pharma
i’m the biggest out, i got the biggest mouth
and they mad because i got ‘em figured out, yuh
me and my girlfriend are not the elites
we ain’t beyonce and jay
we throwin’ our middle fingers to the system
while they throw ‘em in your face
i ain’t related to royals or the clintons
or the rothschild name
if i was, then the skin on my face wouldn’t wrinkle
illuminati doesn’t age
[pre-chorus]
i work so hard ‘til i went mental
man, why can’t you see?
couple kids made somethin’ special
no conspiracy
i’m just on another level
one you can’t believe
you give credit to the devil, but theres always

- tom macdonald

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