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letra de the drop off - wyatt b & dr. trey

[verse 1: wyatt b]
i got dreams up to here
i don’t worry ’bout fear
man i drive my own life
and n0body can steer
because my visions so clear
and i don’t worry ’bout peers
because opinions don’t dry eyes
they used to be filled with them tears
but there ain’t no time for cryin’
i just want to be flyin’
i’m steady grindin’ tryin’ harder than tryin’
i gotta do better, i improve with every letter
life’s a b-tch i can’t forget her, i ain’t mad that i met her
the regrets of my life, i put all that behind
ambition is right for the future is mine
can never be timed that’s a waste of time
as long as i’m livin, i’l be better than fine
team has my back, yeah they cover my spine
if you think i’m trash, you can get in a line
make your life short like a video vine
leave you all out of sorts if you talkin’ my line
if you takin’ my shine i’m gon’ leave you a shrine
there’ll be r.i.p. signs while your family cries
this is all by design, i go off like a 9
grindin’ fo’ dollar signs while you’re on the decline
just copped the check and that’s word to the producer
imma keep goin’ hard until i see that b-tch medusa
i start a day full of grinding when i hear the sounds of roosters
if you ain’t used to me now, you better get used to

[verse 2: dr. trey.]
last time we brought a few twigs to burn
this time it’s the whole forest, every furn
every leaf, every tree, burn forever
every nation won’t be able to extinguish us
on the come up, we ain’t on a exodus
there’s a theme to my music this time around
i got my squad and then a girl who got me down
ain’t an item though, squad tells me her loss bro
yeah, you’s right, but i can’t get her out my d-mn head
what i can do is stack my bread till i’m dead
never worried, neck is cold like it’s been mcflurried
livin’ lavish since i popped champagne
my ’98 bottle gave me life not so plain
this my mercedes music, i’m on mayo blvd
crack the whip, like a freaky couple goin’ hard
but i drive slow, cause it’t more relaxin’
i’m stressed out and need a girl though i’m lackin’
one to m-ssage my back pain, only one i wanna be attracting
i could write every song dedicated to you
but i don’t want to be stuck in the blues (turn up, turn up)
when’s the day that i’m gonna snap?
was called a bandwagon p-ssy for wearin’ a bucket hat
too bad your game ain’t a five star rating
but i ain’t here to sneak diss that sh-ts degrading
ain’t it amazing how people can be faking?
had two faced friends now i’m holding true since year 10

- wyatt b dr trey

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