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letra de devil - vladmakic

f-ck wasting time and whatever else that i don’t got
copped cold thoughts and not talking hoes on them roadblocks
wearing no socks with them stone pockets
my flow rockets with no profits who go’n stop it you loan popping ya own coffin
it’s in the bag mary j. poppins you got no options

yyaahh

gimme my seat at the table and f-ck off with all of that talk of a place on the throne
b-tch i done caved to the bone, survived and i made it alone
by now i done made all my promises break em & slay me i play for the gold
i don’t obey never stay where i’m told
paid all my dues now i claim what i’m owed

yyaahh yyaahh

man what a sight to see
lonely reciting these bars when i’m fighting me
begging for privacy
legs in the car i prefer them on driver seats
standards prefer em as high as me
manners a term that’s a dying breed
dynasty, legacy, fry all the rappers who trying me
homie i’m psycho i lypo-d the sensible side of me finally time to feast

uhhh
give in a little bit to the innocent wittwe kid that i was when i pen my
pent-up degenerate anger isn’t it relevant that the sh-t is unlimited spilling into my sentiment
am i still in development? there’s doubt
drilling my head in but whereabouts?
give it a second & then bounce, now i’m
k!lling the set if it’s fair amounts

yyaahh yyaahh

why you confused?
this is my time that i choose
i’m intertwined with the music
you couldn’t lip sync your lines if you blew

or if you snorted you thinking attack well abort it
i’m missing the contest like you’ll be rewarded
for finding it n0body finer in timing with switching the rhyming up
where are the mountains and hills that i’m climbing up
fountains that spill when it’s drying up
that’s what you amateurs calling ya writer’s block
well if it’s that then it’s probably time to stop

isn’t it? kiddo, admit it you missed the entire plot
i am the consequence of-what you tryina jot
lion confidence you f-ck with your mind a lot
when do we tie the knot?
uhh

i denied a lot and lied and couldn’t find the spot to put the time i got in now look at me i’m too fly to swat
you had me holy moly even sabotage i’d try to plot
ravage in the savage that, vlad is on a canvas in a caravan
had a plan, 16 bars that’s a paragraph
anyway, flip these scars like an anagram
any day, gets me far like a cataflam
any pain, fresh restart
like again again! hold me up, give em a second

can’t stop me when i get on a record
fans flock me it’s like 10 or 11
hands on me tell em get it together
rain on me yo whatever the weather
pain go’n cease i can gather whenever
stayed lowkey like a rack on a tessa
since tar-z had to wrestle a leopard

since tvs looked fat and neglected
since cds were the method to get it
since pc wasn’t general setting
since green leaves wasn’t devilish lettuce

me be-tween wanting special attention and never getting rejected
i guess it led to the pressure and that
led to depression the death bedded confession that i’m the devil motherf-cker come and test the aggression you little b-tch

- vladmakic

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