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letra de au revoir - tzb

[produced by oth-llobeats]

[verse]
good times never last long
so we tend to turn up, even with sad songs
hearing dead n-ggas talking to me through the speakers
in the 21st century, feeling meaner
and you know that i’m addicted to the cash flow
walking down the block smelling like a assh0l-
gotta keep it going, load another episode
watch ’cause your day’s coming, n-ggas really never knowing
people in the street still saying, “f-ck chauvin”
that’s okay ’cause george floyd somewhere out there floating
looking down from the clouds, smoking on the loud
bomb ass kush, i call that hoe baghdad
popped a lot of sh-t, but d-mn, i made mama proud
they don’t wanna diss, but still hate on my style
pressed and they steamed, my esteem is so ironclad
your dexterity like dexter reaching in the lab
moving forward, there’s some hoes i might bring back
resurrecting all the texts sent in the past
it’s like a seizure everytime a n-gga on a track
i just spazz on the bars, i just make a mess
i want platinum on the wrist, gold on the chest
cutthroat on the flow, morley on the lyrics
it’s goes down, smoother than that similac
similar to khalid on our sh-t, n-gga, we the best
keep these hoes on lock ’cause you know they sick
find out yo ass cheating, she gon’ key the whip
my outlet for the demons is to bleed a pen
in the dark as i plead with the holy spirit
and they think it’s just some f-cking lyrics
i’m sewing seeds, my symphony is like a scripture
b-tch, please, i’ve faced worse than commitment
i’ve been upended, cast down and neglected
feel the stress everytime i’m in a session
running checks, flexing in the intersection
no comparison, n-ggas tend to get ahead of
they own selves until they see their own reflection
i been chilling with a quiet hoe
keeping sh-t private even though she got a iphone
still get her wet even though i told a dry joke
f-ck her friends, she could tell ’em that
rich boys sellin’ crack, f-ck n-ggas wanna jack
tight no slack, still want a cadillac
i’ll throw some d’s on that b-tch like i’m doing surgery
swapping numbers wit a hoe like currency
good taste everytime a n-gga innovate
i got the steak with the sauce on a dinner plate
they wanna know when ima drop, i just tell ’em “wait”
they wanna know what ima drop, i just tell ’em “weight”
at the end of the day, you know a n-gga straight
regulating all the pay, i gotta concentrate
champagne and oj not from concentrate
and she won’t tell on me only ’cause she trained
i be doing big things like i’m lil wayne
rapping for the young n-ggas on the chain gang
i’m working hard to be the best, you just imitate
but likeness ain’t as good as the real thing

- tzb

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