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letra de rent due - yung drew (christian), j j l & tonyxtrotter

[verse 1: yung drew]
yeah, mm, lately, i’ve been rapping like the rent has been due
recording ’til 11:30, waking up right at noon
i got this music in my heart, so i ain’t have to hit snooze
it’s better to lose
than regret all the things that you wish you would do
as i grow older, a lot less stress in the booth
making music from the soul, and not a church, and the youth
trying to show my younger self that it wasn’t a fluke
still been working on the muscle like i was a masseuse
still in my groove
never knew i could be one of the greats
the internet keep saying that wе coming from apes
which is weird ’cause my peers havе been turning to snakes
i been chilling, ’cause i know i’ve been covered in grace
what do we say
when i feel like i’ve been losing my way?
and you only really matter if you got views on your tape
it’s okay, but lord knows where my heart gonna stand
i ain’t have to go to dallas just to ceedee lamb
i met jesus down in duval when he opened my hand
wasn’t the plan, but i’m saved, and i know i’m forgiven
fisher of men, cast my net, you know we really is fishing
told ’em all, “i follow jesus, i don’t follow religion”
we got people out on sunday who say that they christian
’til i meet ’em in person, their demeanor is switching
it’s all cool, it’s all god, know that he has risen
what do you think that i do? only answer is handling business, what’s up?
[verse 2: tonyxtrotter]
look, lately i been rappin’ like the rent due, because it really is
twenty-six and still dreamin’, livin’ like a silly kid
all these things i really did, feelin’ like i’m billy kid
i be walkin’ meek, but look for a mill like the philly kid
if you ain’t feelin’ this, you’on know how real it is
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til the day i see him save my relatives
i know we different, and man, i could really feel the distance
they say they’re down for me, but only when it’s in their interest, yeah
i be tired and thinking about quitting rap
the pen and pad, put it down, but i’ll never get it back
the kid can’t move unless he got the wind at his back
i’m talkin’ real, bruh, how i’ma give y’all what i lack?
i don’t know if i’m called, writin’ for y’all
i fall into the jaws of death knowin’ the cost
but know i can bring a flow if my brodie bringin’ the sauce
to get him in awe, wit my pen, but it isn’t at all
i used to serve the gas that went in swishers and raws
and now i serve like a chef wit fifty michelin stars
i had to learn hard that sin’s a venomous dog
and you never feel smaller than when you livin’ at large
but i ain’t ever had it or had someone i was mad at
i understand that we all just a buncha people with baggage
it’s addicts and some with pasts that i couldn’t ever imagine
i’m tryna get in the habit of givin’ jesus my baggage
[verse 3: j j l]
woah, been rapping like the rent due, before the revenue and the interviews
played the long game like it was syracuse and uconn going back to back with overtime
brown skin, but i never kick it like it’s fifa, i been training in my cobra kai
dojo never losing mojo
went through my blues in the past, but i fostered my imagination, wilt and coco
my competition so-so, they losing fights with fomo
went through my training arc and now i’m limitless like gojo
i’m getting hot, ’97 mj, no flex
got a tight core working every day, no flex
i been in my zone like swae lee and jimmi, no flex
soy bilingüe te lo digo en dos formas, y’all get the point
top two and i’m not two, y’all not close
y’all’s best is my worst, it’s compost
knew my gift since i was a snot-nosed
jit i done made it past the bumps and the potholes

- yung drew christian j j l tonyxtrotter

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