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letra de major issue - willis

[hook]

man i got a soul to save
they do not know this pain
young boy might go insane
my life like photo frames
touchdown tony romo mayne
cowboy on open range
you boys is all the same
you boys is all the same
me and paper boy we rollin mayne
rocket ship stay floatin mayne
buddy mad say he totin mayne
beat his ass now he so ashamed
dont like em like sosa mayne
big champs got golden rings
stay tough, stay focused mayne
i know i was chosen man
you know my name

[verse 1]

just stop it now
yo ass what big dawgs dont talk about
never hear diss records dropping now
we saying nothing, we pullin up hoppin out
yeah, stop rapping now
another casualty of cappin now
you like the captain of cappin town
graduated, give yo b-tch ass a cap and gown
you did yo best to sound
tough on a record and wreck it now
announce it, hype it, on the net its out
i prolly still ain’t gone check it out
throw that bullsh-t in the dumpster dawg
all the homies on yo bumper dawg
how you ballin, got no jumper dawg
im with the lightning and thunder dawg
real rap, live a mad life
sunk my t–th in the reasons and got a bad bite
keep it quiet, but f-ck it im feeling shaq height
death threats with my name in em, yeah right
it ain’t a thang to split you
i like violence and got an anger issue
bust jaws like canelo boy this ain’t jiu jitsu
im major issue
bounty hunting like italians back in ’85
when giuliani turned made men into rats
im getting money like italians back in ’69
when the luccheses and the gambinos and the genovese got the dollar signs
[hook]

[verse 2]

i need a couple ivs and a breathing tube
yup in my white tee that i’m bleeding through
i’m bout to lose it in this b-tch you should leave the room
i never set it off unless i got a reason to
and it must be often dawg believe it’s true
you gone have a congregation grieving you
put a murder in the rhythm and i keep the tune
off rails psycho show you what them demons do
blow holes like a 30-06 in a cherry pop b-tch and a wary op switch
you’s a scary flop fish, ima bury my fist
then i’ll think on my decisions cause i’m very conscious
had a tough childhood it was very toxic
gave me mental issues and it made me nauseous
anxiety, depression, i can see the causes
only one step forward and i’m taking losses
i turned a pastime to a workplace
flatline i’ve seen worse days
and it’s cold in december when the cops in the crib on my f-ckin sixteenth birthday
momma crying gotta look at her face
i ain’t want none of this in the first place
and the grass ain’t greener where the grass don’t grow
down below buddy how’s the dirt taste
man f-ck you, f-ck them, and f-ck those
f-ck why me’s man cause really who knows
f-cking with the wrong set of goals in one man show
i’m alone think i found a new low
[hook]

- willis

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