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letra de eye - yorko

i never switch like a b-tch that swiftly switch stiff d-ck every weekend
accept my fate, ain’t play it safe, ain’t have to worry ’bout no regrets
f-ck friends, family exclusive there ain’t no room for those who pretend
tread heavy but keep my self steady, i’ve been ready for the end motherf-cker

straighter than coke lines and a h0m-phobic rich dude credit
i’m writing s-x stories when all i used to do is watch p-rn on the internet
comе and tell how the world f-cked mе and up how a mic made me say it
spill it in script form, the camera rolls but i rather get this picture painted

unpredictable more than the lottery so f-ck your six numbers
187 to a snitch, when my trigger itch, 45 is my caliber
most wanted number one on there hitlists, f-ck christmas , it’s 420 marked on the calendar
yelling f-ck 5-0 to the popo, i’ll never be your passenger

i can make plastics decay quicker than how i make the devil pray
burning crosses, but f-ck the kkk, it’s ‘kold krushed kush’ in my t shaped j
ambulances with nurses, black caddy he-rs-s waiting bay
it’s either you or me shotgun riding, or at the back, with shrapnel spread across the face

if it’s me, that ain’t mean you got me, its cos i went kurt on this sh-t
my one star’s dirty, i went to see nirvana, it ain’t no accident
still alive, but now i’m half faced, i’ve been tossing coins and twisting fates
penance staring on these fakes, lighting douchies hotter than how i set these chains ablaze

hangin’ round homies that go groovy on frankie’s crack rock
skatin’ on a weekday, got an angry dad so i guess i still got mad pop
smokin’ reggies from doctor j, hidden on some crew socks
well that’s all we got, t’least i’m banging biggie and some death grips
i get sick, i get set, get woozy from all the meds
2020 and my pants still sag lower than truth told by heads
rich vomitted, street adopted, backed up with troops more hood than a cadillac deville
pretty stoned but move much more than you motherf-ckers can ever stay still

we walk the same path boy, i just wanna look good in my sneakers
i’m a rebel with a cause, but i ain’t follow no leader
i’m the least eager, gin liter drinking creature within a hundred meters
burden to the world till now and ever since i was a fetus

it’s me

- yorko

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