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letra de all i hear - urban

all i hear lyrics
[intro: urban]
woo! ok

[verse 1: urban]
if i said it on a track, b-tch i don’t take it back
hit the plug up just to put some f-ckin’ dope in the stash
i be running guarding buildings, tryna get me a bag
shout out ybn, them n-ggas bout as cold as my cash
the funniest sh-t be that, i could go tit for tat
musical.ly with half of your playlists
but appearance it holds me back, they rather pay the stacked
who be rappin’ but don’t never say sh-t, ok!
right through this weak sea of artists i swim
down near the bottom where light be so dim
searching for purpose
nowhere near touching the surface cuz hip hop’s disowning the wordsmiths
ain’t knocking no one hustle i swear
but i know that without the money, they wouldn’t care
walk it like i talk it while rappers lie through their t–th
wonder if they come with the truth when they feel defeat (break it down for em)
i don’t ever glorify sh-t i never done
i could see that from the newbs & the veterans, huh
smoke like a chimney in real life
they talk percies wondering what it feels like, we ain’t the same
lying bout amounts of p-ssy you’ve gained
desert eagles that you ain’t never purchased
sh-t, is honesty now honestly worthless?

[chorus: urban]
ain’t no motherf-ckers really rap anymore
all i hear is whack auto b-tch sh-t
can’t hold a note so they pitch shift (hol’ up)
all i hear is fake “i’m so rich” bars
hoppin’ in your bro’s whips, saying you got 6 cars (hol’ up)
all i hear is “imma take your b-tch” raps
til you lack and another n-gga blow your b-tch back (hol’ up)
i keep it a hunnid wit me
wondering where honesty be like
ain’t no motherf-ckers really rap anymore
all i hear is whack auto b-tch sh-t
can’t hold a note so they pitch shift (hol’ up)
all i hear is fake “i’m so rich” bars
hoppin’ in your bro’s whips, saying you got 6 cars (hol’ up)
all i hear is “imma take your b-tch” raps
til you lack and another n-gga blow your b-tch back (hol’ up)
i keep it a hunnid wit me
wondering where honesty be like
ain’t no motherf-ckers really
[verse 2: rel]
all i do is take my time
all i do is grind, imma take what’s mine
mind over matter i can’t waste no time
they try to push b-ttons throwing shade but i shine
i rhyme better than 90% of these lame n-ggas
i don’t f-ck with em, i stay with the same n-ggas since day one
drippin’ in sauce i’m a1
couple b-tches in the loop but i still ain’t gon claim one, look
all these n-ggas love to talk sh-t but when it really comes down, they ain’t really bout the action (action)
i could do it all in my sleep that includes writing songs down to style and the fashion (fashion)
i hear all the talking and laughing but i stay calm, i don’t give em a reaction (reaction)
watch in a couple more months when we on, we gon really be the last ones laughing
it’s tragic, these new n-ggas rappin’ without a passion (what else?)
they do it for the clout, the pictures & writin’ captions (what else?)
they ain’t jottin’ down lines
they ain’t put in work, they ain’t puttin’ in the time
they don’t even live what they rap
saying you the plug, you ain’t never seen a trap
been to places i ain’t never goin’ back
i’m in this sh-t with a chip on my shoulder
i got a plan to k!ll the game and once i do then it’s over

- urban

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