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letra de broadway - trippy

[produced by xaviorjordan]

[intro: shocksin & (urban prodigy)]
yea yea, (yo)
back at it again (uh)
brrrrr (brrrrr)
(check check check, let’s get it)

[hook: urban prodigy]
they be acting like on broadway (broadway, on broadway)
flex on instagram like all day (all day, that’s all day)
what we rap about ain’t far away
cause we doing this sh-t our way, yea (our way, that’s our way)

[verse 1: shocksin]
where all the money you flex on the gram?
say that you selling them kilos and grams
came from the bottom now look where i stand
acting on broadway but giving out hands
boasting doing most and asking for bands
playing them cards, now look how it lands
fiending for love to give back to the fans
praying to stay but a n-gga got plans
cash to be made but i’m back in the matrix
it’s looking so sp-cious, we back in the basics
not bragging bout all of the fame and the jewelry
not faking my life, not making a fool of me
none of ya cool wit me, not even musically
check out this poetry, beating so brutally
i’m not the one that really does this usually
giving that scrutiny, saying yo eulogy, ah
i’m on a whole another level, yo
i’m coming straight from the devil, yo (the bottom)
i’m tryna get signed, get big, tryna turn into a rebel, yo
i’ll prolly be the next one to blow, getting doe right off the flow (get it, get it)
getting bags from the shows, bagging all these hoes
coming up, yea, yea, you see the glo
yea, a real n-gga made it, came a long way from the nights in the bas-m-nt
record on the pod and i just gotta face it
being signed and be apart of a placement
getting bread on the reg, ya keep hating
dropping tape after tape, i’ve been waiting
i’m always staying true to myself
improving my knowledge and better my health

[verse 2: urban prodigy]
i do what i say and i say what i do
if i say i get twisted, i drank on that booze
if i say i get faded i smoke on that sour
rappers front like they life better than ours
they b-tches prolly just as bad as ours
but they money long, that sh-t gives you power
for some sugar, b-tches will just d-ck devour
i ain’t jealous bro, it’s just crazy how
a lotta artists gonna stretch the truth about what they doing (uh huh, uh huh)
the income, the numbers of hoes they be scr-w-ng, about they movement
it’s funny n-gga, cuz they’ll blow off a lying tune
there’s no substance behind these dudes
yea i’ll rap about money and clothes, the cars and the shows
but that’s only when i’m on the road
getting checks like the nike sign, copping whips that a slave master can’t buy
when i’m selling out sobs or msg, when i’m spending 90 thou on louis v, please
i ain’t flexing what i ain’t got, i ain’t lying bout a nicer watch
yea i’m proud as f-ck of who i am, and i’m on the road to success
fair enough that i brag when i get there
they in the field in they city like a met fan
but in the court crying like they momma dead fam
it’s so common like a n-gga signed to def jam
but that’s enough hating cuz i know i’m next, man
it ain’t worth my energy, k!lling every track that these cats keep sending me
plus i’m spitting life on these songs like mensa be
and i do it all without a mentor b, these rappers

[verse 3: trippy]
complexity of the situation make them confused
who you talking to? the hater that’s hating on the lyrics i’m making
split apart like a master chef splits bacon, make their minds go vacant
master chief, grenades blow and half your squad gets taken
life is stressful, but mine is for the taking, i’m taking it
flexing on the snap cause y’all can’t save pics
why you liking on my insta but hating on my dm, sl!ck?
i’ll put you on the spot faster than a snitch in headlights
freeze like a deer while i’m making all the headlines
saying i don’t deserve it, made me get it
i don’t rep colors, no letters, no numbers
it’s aew, it’s the crew, there’s no other
can’t handle the heat then don’t step to the team
or you’ll get blasted faster than a suicide bomber
you flexed on me then, imma flex on you now
blowing off roofs, bars burn the studio down
blowing off shots like i’m k!lling these clowns
shout out to the kings giving me the option to hype up the crowd
said i won’t make it, y’all were mistaken
ident-ty got bigger off of one song and i’m still slaying
y’all can keep talking, imma keep playing, money making
ya squad nameless, game changing
life amazing, that’s why they say this n-gga

[outro: trippy]
hahaha, woo
trippy trippin’ out yo!

- trippy

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