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letra de pure excellence - uzziey nesto

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verse i]
the time has come like i , ordered a rolex
now watch me shine kid , better stay focused
trash talking on instrumentals is not music
this music biz is comedy , but not amusing

a lot of youngsters use it , to get more clout and views and
i wasn’t left on read but yall give me the blues
i got some flows to fuse , j’supreme produce
if them fakes tryna holla ima throw the deuce

i’m going in like i got a curfew
everybody seen your sh-t but they ain’t really heard you
sweeter than cheap perfume , big headed no pops
best believe i’ve got this game in a headlock

i’ve got a godly circle , we don’t f-ck with squares
i f-cking beat the beat , kick it with the snares
stacks on racks in the bag for the p-ssy fair
n-ggas yappin bout ballin but they ain’t grew a pair

[hook]
pure excellence aaaah this is greatness
the realest of em all , can’t fake this
b-tch i’m one of a kind you can’t make this
try and bite my style , you can’t take this

[post hook]
godly bars, when i spit i’m like a reverend
holy talk but they’re all a bunch of devils
cloud ness, you ain’t been on this level
hot n-gga melt the ice off your bezel

[verse ii]
they got their toes in the pool, b-tch i’m takin a swim
try and bite this flow, catch your fam singin hymns
around your tombstone , cold blooded lil n-gga
my side is a nine with a eight body figure

i am the roof of this rap game, i got it covered
made a toast to gettin bread n-gga get the b-tter
high-key never works, hustle undercover
she got a whole pencil case, i’m her favourite colour

mcgregor ain’t got sh-t on these punchlines
put a line through them snakes like dollar signs
they ain’t catch that last line put it on rewind
uzziey nesto a dog son, don’t undermine

they sleepin on that real rap for that fake trap
i ain’t no machine but i spit straight facts
n-ggas d-ck riding for a piggy back
tell em “f-ck lil pump” n-ggas this real rap

[hook]
pure excellence aaaah this is greatness
the realest of em all , can’t fake this
b-tch i’m one of a kind you can’t make this
try and bite my style , you can’t take this

[post hook]
godly bars, when i spit i’m like a reverend
holy talk but they’re all a bunch of devils
cloud ness, you ain’t been on this level
hot n-gga melt the ice off your bezel

[verse iii]
i’ve got the arrogance of supa mega
bars like youngsta
ask about me they’ll tell you uzziey’s a monster
put this sh-t softer , or harder , b-tch how you like it
a bad b-tch with good brain you know i’ll wife it

they can’t f-ck with my finesse i’m over the top
until all these n-ggas sing my name i’ll never stop
bars deadly they all envy you ain’t ready
don’t get it twisted i ain’t friendly i’m quite scary

friends turned to strangers , that’s part of growing up
but it’s funny how they run back when you start glowing up
fakes all around i’m the last of the realest
bunch of weak rappers i’m the last of the illest

hit the corner store i paid with street cred
ganja clouds in the air n-gga f-ck the feds uh
bread on my mind n-gga that’s food for thought
i done p-ssed the f-ckin clouds i’m an astronaut

[outro]
greater ambition man i really grew
on the road to success we threw a street bash
all my homies know the rendezvous
case you get lost its excellence avenue

- uzziey nesto

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