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letra de poison 4 haters freestyle - tyranttpk

paid my dues, waiting on my options i don’t rush the juice
niqqaz wait for me to speak on loose
they think i’m catching lose
i crown myself, i don’t wait for you to do it
i’m on my toes like nasty c i’m seeing for the juice
i’m running from a blasphemy niqqaz cursing me
satan chasing niqqas with the fork, god is blessing me
jeepers creepers son, adolf hitler son, waiting for my time
underground’s my home, never undermine i’m going for a gold

i said i’m gunning for the gold, my sh-ts don’t stink if you close your nose
you better stop my pistol talk
i’m on a different level even if we on the same basеments you can’t reach my craft
n-gga you barley touch my craft
yoh f-ck thеse radio plays, if it’s not drake they don’t press the play, counting on my days god be adding them
they praying for my downfall god ignoring them
they saying that i’m cursed, they didn’t know i’m blessed
i’m blessed with this rap, imma rap
you cap with this rap you hates facts
you nap while i’m ploting the map
yea spiits to k!ll turning all these haters to my things to fix
run on top of niqqas then i spits and k!ll
whose the king? that’s the question they be asking
i’m a dog spell it backwards
i see these niqqas crip walking on my territory
hating on me? imma put you down
yea that’s mandatory
i’m trashing all them niqqas they be on my category
ever started working at the morgue they catching bodies f-ck every genre except hip-hop
feeding from from the cops and the opps
i run these streets f-ck the police
we wanted beef they gave us piece of shiits
i’m talking bout these so called celebrities
how the f-ck you start a beef you end with apologies?
that shiits is new to me
how you saying hip hop dead, while yll ain’t give us a chance, f-ck the plaques and the grammies i’m here for the culture
i’m coming from h-ll, yea i’m racing, i’m pippin and picking, i’m digging them grave, i burrying the whole industry on one grave, they’re sounding the same, they’re making no sense, they’re forcing punchlines, these n-ggas ain’t making no sense
rest in peace to these niqqas they thought i was soft
i’m not soft i’m opposite of that, i’m craving for these niqqas
i’m craving for rappers, the trappers, the drillers, the haters
i’m running for no deal, coz i’m far from the traitors
i’m far from the traitors
i’m back with freestyle, poison for haters
poison for haters
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