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letra de flawless - xel785

[verse 1]
ay, tell me what you thinkin’ that you know, sinkin’ to the snow
drinkin’ with the dro, ink is finna flow
speakin’ of ink, cause i can scribe rhymes and that’s cause i’m the
kingpin of the show, can’t link ’em to the pole, but i’m outchea
and i’mma do this for my people that ain’t about fear
do this till the sun’s gone, do this till the clouds clear
cause i’m a crook in the town streets, i’m cookin’ the ground beef
they shook and they sound’s weak, they shouldn’t have found me
mixin’ the liquor with the skunk plus a lost way
got them kickers in my trunk make your block shake
i got a switchblade and it sits up in the front while the cops wait
you watch from a locked gate
spend my life wonderin’ how there’s more to have
while i’m chillin’ with my fam, they ride in california ave
been try’na fix the system but it’s out of order bad
can’t even make a decent livin’ without an ounce or more per bag

[chorus – 2x]
maybe you can wake me up, i don’t
care anymore, wanna just fly home
when i get up on the mic, you know it’s rawness
put the pen to paper and tell my flow is flawless

[verse 2]
you see i wake up every day and wonder when it’s gonna change
see the fakers, yet they play but now it’s winter come that reigns
a hundred thousand in a public housing, let’s cut ’em out then
climbin’ ’em up the mountain till we kicked out and plummet down for
years, be gettin’ to run around, when
is it gonna stop, ?? talents like we duckin’ falcons
breaking bad like my son was ?malcolm?
i need another valium but my people want another album
so how i’m… gonna do that is beyond me
move back, new jacks, plus you rap like a zombie
they say “who’s that? who’s that? that’s that dude that’s in jumanji”
calm up on the surface, try’na pursue rap as a quandary
it’s got me lookin’ at these bottles like there ain’t enough
my brain is stuck, gimme that pallet from my gray life and i’ll paint it up
picture perfect in the portrait, frame it up, pain is rough
cause it’s that fishscale and you know your cane is cut

[chorus – 2x]
maybe you can wake me up, i don’t
care anymore, wanna just fly home
when i get up on the mic, you know it’s rawness
put the pen to paper and tell my flow is flawless

yeah, it’s flawless…
but i’m really sick of all this…

- xel785

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