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letra de oppenheimer - youngstacpt & shaney jay

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
‘dreams don’t pay bills’ wasn’t even the soph0m-re
i had it stashed in the vault with the money and passports
my cousin put a couple of guns inside my sock draw
so if you wanna pay to get me k!lled it’s gonna cost more
riyadh a stallion, jordan ferrari stole my horse shoes
even eskom couldn’t put a stop to my short fuse
i say it in the music, there’s n0body left to talk to
if the genie stuck in the bottle i got the corkscrew
sleepin’ on the locals, overseas got you fake woke
everybody wanna be captain, stuck in the same boat
i kеpt it consistent by any and every mеans necessary
a couple times recently took it to the extremities (huh)
[chorus]
i spit in the face of a colonizer
i would’ve been a miner and k!lled by the oppenheimers
digging for diamonds, until we tired and our backs broke
black stones, off-white, rest in peace to abloh

[verse 2]
laaties just k!ll you ’cause it’s wednesday
catch you with your pants down, shootin’ you like it’s a s-xtape
look both ways before you cross me, wear a neck brace
i live inside your head, sign a lease and get the rent paid

[chorus]
or i spit in the face of a colonizers
i would’ve been a miner and k!lled by the oppenheimers
digging for diamonds, until we tired and our backs broke
black stones, off-white, rest in peace to abloh (huh)

[verse 3]
here i go again with the mad kak
if i didn’t have bad luck i wouldn’t have luck (huh)
climbing out the barrel pick your mans up
but if he act up, he’s gonna be another crab stuck (d-mn)
i never had a boss to go report back
i watched closely what the hustler showed me and absorved that
i know that i’m talking to slaves that never bought land
so when i put my tracks out, i know they gon’ support that
from middle man to source, let nature take it’s cause
i’m hearing how you talk, that’s that powder that you snort
divorced, i’m the reason that my relationships ended
meanwhile corporations afraid of my independence and they should be
i ran up the numbers like a phonebook
now i run ahead of the pack ’cause i’m the lonewolf
it’s hard to k!ll somebody you love unless you don’t look
i do not deserve to be loved because i’m no good
my choices gonna get me sent below or go above
i’ve almost lost everybody close to me i know and love
you taking shots, i’m blocking that with the goalie gloves
drinking fresh blood, sweat and tears inside a trophy cup
[chorus]
and then i spit in the face of a colonizers
i would’ve been a miner and k!lled by the oppenheimers
digging for diamonds, until we tired and our backs broke
black stones, off-white, rest in peace to abloh

- youngstacpt shaney jay

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