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letra de profiles - yungrye

[intro]
yeah
yeah
huh
yeah
huh
yeah, ayy
what’s the profile for me and my n-ggas? (yeah)
‘specially cause we run a lil’ rap group, huh
i’ll be cool when my flock get to moving like stock (check, check)
wanna get a blue check too (ugh, verified)
everyday living risky (woah)
twelve eyes on me cuz i wanna rock d-ckies (ah)
still the same kid, face at all of the programs (check)
the cops put on, but now the pigs tryna get me

[verse 1]
look (ugh)
i should be the next quoted linе in the mirror
things that you see may not be as appears (woah)
thе gear that you rock, don’t mean nothing bout the sk!ll (huh)
real
make sure the profile ill
fake it ’til you make it, still rule by fear (look, ugh)
dismissing, ya vision, you can’t see clear (woah)
my vision, it’s written
punchlines and new additions
snappin’ that lead for the rest of my years (check)
a young king here (ugh, ugh)
i’ma young king here (ugh)
all black in the back, with my whole team in here (yeah)
rare
a lotta fallen soldiers in my years (woah)
all despair for my kinfolk (woah)
we still shedding tears (woah)
too involved, a hublot, we ain’t switching gears (yeah)
but stay strapped with the tool tho, ’cause philly don’t care (yeah)
blood sweat and tears (tears)
blood sweat and tears (tears)
and these n-ggas outshine me
real diamond in my ears, yeah
[chorus]
what do you see when you look at me?
huh, i could be a baller or doctor
i can choose to run the streets or be a scholar
if you not a hustler, you a watcher
ugh
profiling, they gotcha
’cause you walking like a pimp, no problem
mm, and god forbid that you driving
they gon’ pull you over for slightest ill-alignment

[verse]
huh
what do you see, when you look into my eyes? (yeah)
do you see my pain? is it rage? or a high? (ugh)
do i look like i’ma problem? is my name really rye?
in a city, where they hunt for the things that they don’t wanna like, right? (yeah)
huh, that was fit to be the hook (check)
but i had to make it pretty (yeah)
take another look (take another)
raised in the church, still a product of environment (woah)
black timbs, black hoodies, d-ckie suits admire this (yeah, yeah, stick ’em up, ayy)
rhyme, oh my god, he so fine (yeah)
it’s r-to-the-y-e
got that juice inside me
never minute maid, i was made in his image (yeah)
so you rappers should behave, i’ma god in this scrimmage (alright, here we go)
rye been
top baller, i’m logging these rap artist
who farther, i’m going harder
lyrically, no one smarter
many man compare me to drake, so i’m uncharted
and i can’t suppress the feeing i’m great, so i’m an author
[chorus]
yeah
what do you see when you look at me?
huh, i could be a baller or doctor
i can choose to run the streets or be a scholar
if you not a hustler, you a watcher
ugh
profiling, they gotcha
’cause you walking like a pimp, no problem
mm, and god forbid that you driving
they gon’ pull you over for slightest ill-alignment

[outro]
yeah, huh, they profiling
ugh, yeah, they profiling
yeah, yeah
they pro- woah
huh, yeah
woah, woah

- yungrye

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