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letra de klassic legend - zayy marcel

no heart, no mind, money fills both places
copped two pieces, bussed down both faces
now i’m sending shots and only striking vitals
get you close with jesus like the 12 disciples
now my pockets looking right man i swear that i’m eating
i’m in my paradise of pleasure like the garden of eden
dude was talking crazy, then i left that n-gga anemic
rap god n-gga you can see the difference between us
you bout action but only sending threats
i’ll take you out the game like a double tech
laid the n-gga flat out like a snow angel
detach yo f-ckin head from yo f-ckin neck
now i’m locked in, playing time is over
choppa get to singing like trinidad cardona
i lay low with tech on me, feel like black panther
shots eat through yo body like a battle with cancer
she good with her head work like ben carson taught her
she soaking ma sheets got her dripping like water
my n-ggas is violent stay bussin’ like charter
clip to yo dome p-ssy but i ain’t no barber
ask me why they hate me, when they see me tryna start sh-t
tryna make a name from all the pain and the hardships
better keep an eye on her, turn your b-tch into our b-tch
blessed with all this, because i grinded the hardest
i always been good, but my flow is uncharted
if he got jokes, i got heat that’ll make kevin heartless
9 milli, ditch the body up under the apartments
never let them faze me i gotta touch that mill regardless
yeah i’m mf up now
no one near me to stop me like wide open touch downs
f-ck the city up everytime that we touch down
shoot at his feet, make him dance, like he bussed down
f-ck friends, ma n-gga i’ll never need em
brothers in ma city, and n-gga i’ll never leave em
just n-ggas making moves, asking why you ain’t believe in us
keep that same belief cause when we up you ain’t gone eat with us
it’s too f-ckin easy n-gga i got sk!lls
cause i’m too f-ckin cold n-gga i got chills
but ion do this sh-t fa free n-gga i got bills
but when the money coming in that’s when the lies get real
like a landmine, i’m blowing up being underground
when we in yo face n-gga you don’t make a sound
but talk down on us, n-gga when we not around
that’s how you get lost for a couple months and then yo body found
raised around gorillas in that concrete jungle
it’s all about what you know n-gga mind beats muscle
never met another n-gga, that can match my hustle
or recover how i did, from the way i stumbled
no you can’t compete, lyrically i’m a maniac
all i did was murder him, you determine which place he at
now his momma crying, saying please lord give her baby back
i told you fa that talking p-ssy you was gonna pay for that
a dream for the city, one of the youngest to do it
they don’t wanna see a black n-gga the head of a movement
tell em bout ya goal see how them n-ggas try to remove it
but i’m in my f-ckin bag man it’s more than just music.

- zayy marcel

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