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letra de gladras too - tuboy

verse 1:
check
i don’t need n0body respect
i’m not tryna impress i’m just tryna get the cheque
my best?
you n-ggas ain’t seen nothing yet
watch me murking all these n-ggas without doing my best
but it’s murky water
you moving funny i got a burner
i’m like timmy turner
my rap fairy at every corner
but you just learner
any mistake, you bring dishonour
but it’s just like knife through b-tter
i make it better
i follow every letter
metal to the pedal
i won’t be 2nd best because i never settle
for less
you get?
it’s not really a riddle
you n-ggas mediocre always chilling sofa
while i’m making my flow colder
round the clock, a roller coaster
from 9 to 5 a day job
no fake boy
don’t phase boy
dedication in every single verse and every chorus
you always talking bout the rain but not who makes it pour
verse 2:
n0body wants to put the boy on a track because if they send they a verse they know it’ll be attack
this was the case of an artiste who said he’s better than me
but two months later this n-gga still running from me (run run run)
it’s not a big deal but then it’s bothering me
if i keep on k!lling n-ggas who’s gon be featuring me?
i’m just kidding
cause truth be told i’m still winning
ask your favourite rapper why he’s still in his feelings
but i’m giving ’em lyrical rap
and i’m hooked on this sh-t like it’s miracle crack
when i give ’em my sh-t, it’s a panic attack
maybe mace didn’t tell you his homie can rap
i done made some mistakes but they still got my back
and to all of my dawgs, know i still got your back
but i’m steady on rapping and ripping and tapping and tipping to make sure these n-ggas don’t get in they feelings
but i’m h-lla reminiscin
tryna paint a vision
lyrical mind is a mental prison
when they k!lled homie, men, i really miss him
and i really kinda wish the bullet missed him
they be k!lling the boys on the television
and they celebrating ’bout the independence
so i’m steady rapping, ripping, tapping and tipping to make sure these n-ggas don’t get in they feelings
i’m stacking this paper til it get to the ceiling
it’s dirty money cause i get it from k!lling these n-ggas on records
they all in they feelings
i done it so much now they call me a menace
i swing at these n-ggas and i don’t mean tennis
and i really mean it when i say nor a ceiling fan or single fan or ac that’s crazy can keep the flow as cool me

- tuboy

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