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lirik lagu he who wears his heart on his sleeve – 4ria

how many motherf*cking times
must i iterate that i’m really great?
initiate sk!llfully, b*tch, this ain’t a silly game
raps done willfully, clearly i really came
with the wrath to ill*strate
my fantastic penmanship
pen and pad, i lend a grip to the craft
i benefit, when you crash, i’m credited
with the brash adrenaline
b*st*rd, forever tense
a drastic measure to go surpass my enemies
kiss my ass, human centipede
do the math, add two and two together
i’m moody when i gеt up
b*tch, i will never let up
got a lot to provе, i’m better when i cop a groove
i sever dudes and plot my next move
you can never check us, my chess moves
preface my next tune
eat beats like it’s fresh food
don’t sleep, b*tch you slept through
while i stream like a test tube
take two, you’re too f*cking fake dude
for me to ever take you serious
steering what you’re hearing
i record till delirious
por favor, no silly sh*t
forge a new rhythm with the force
feeling frigid, no remorse
fresh to death
take the writtens to the morgue
this is a holy war
conflicted, strict commitment, never restricted my lonely core, of course
coffin shopping when i’m out of options
antic*p*ting my corpse
i’ve been locked in, living in a locked den
i won’t ever stop until i’m in everyone’s top ten
tip the scales, hop
plot thickens, drop
off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot
figure that i’ll bring this in
don’t quiver, don’t be shocked
figuratively speaking
pull the trigger till i pop off
truth can’t be erased
like all the scars can’t be washed off
life is hard
shout out to my d*ck
you should all hop off
i’ve been locked in, living in a locked den
i won’t ever stop until
i’m in everyone’s top ten
tip the scales, hop
plot thickens, drop
off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot
figure that i’ll bring this in
don’t quiver, don’t be shocked
figuratively speaking
pull the trigger till i pop off
truth can’t be erased
like all the scars can’t be washed off
life is hard
shout out to my d*ck
you should all hop off
who the f*ck are you?
to poke and bust my chops
hold up another shot
flows are oven hot
let me load up another glock of hopes
to get all of my rocks off
and then i will top off
the prose that i dropped off
like a pro, bound to pop off
pick pocket a knock off
a chip off the block, blow both your socks off
beyond lost
do i even have soul? like ab soul
guess i will never be top dawg
it takes time to blow
so i’ll take it slow like a crock pot
cannot i stop? f*ck a stopwatch
sh*t you not, i just do this sh*t nonstop
heart on my sleeve, but i’m not a heartthrob
hard to believe, my heart hasn’t stopped already
i opt to levy the proper functions
i’m often petty
can’t stop my hunger, hip hops my supper
you broads get b*ttered
i prosper under worth
and stick to the words like a chronic stutter
s*s*s*simple as p’s and q’s
you too simple to see truth
not on evening news
shunned from sheep to view
to summon sneak peaks
till it’s leaked from the others
sweep clutter
deep under deceit and each lover
mean mugger meek eat the crumbs from the rich
take a seat youngn
beat bumpin
take a lease out on a dream to be somethin
and carve out the scene like some halloween pumpkins
i’ve been locked in, living in a locked den
i won’t ever stop until
i’m in everyone’s top ten
tip the scales, hop
plot thickens, drop
off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot
figure that i’ll bring this in
don’t quiver, don’t be shocked
figuratively speaking
pull the trigger till i pop off
truth can’t be erased
like all the scars can’t be washed off
life is hard
shout out to my d*ck
you should all hop off

hop off, hop off, hop off my d*ck
hop off, hop off, hop off my d*ck
hop off, hop off, hop off (hop off, hop off)

- 4ria

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