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lirik lagu limitless – darduel

[intro]
this should be played at high volume
coridaartist

[verse 1]
i went from dollar*less
to diamonds all upon my wrist
i once was honda*less
crashed that sh*t
then spit a l!ck
all for the populace
now i shuffle through bands in my hands
like the irs through my documents
how did we get caught up on this
grabbed a mic and just went off on it
i guess
f*ckin miles above the best
b*tch i’m speaking with my chest
told y’all i’m better than the rest
don’t mean to brag, don’t mean to f*cking boast
just for a minute i was almost f*cking toast
too close, to roasted
wallet dry as sh*t
but i channeled that sh*t and i spit, and never did i quit
aye
now i’m feeling f*cking fresh
king of this sh*t likе i’m banging on my chest
coming out the woodworks, coming from the wеst
coming as an underdog that always did overimpress
aye
b*tch i’m feeling f*ckin ridiculous
got gilded pots now to p*ss in
the life i’m living’s magnificent
burned every measure, i’m limitlesssss
aye!
limitlessss
[verse 2]
looking back on how it was
hard to even see how i made it out that rut
hit with every, no, maybe, can’t, regret, and but
felt like the window of opportunity was shut
but then i went and got a mic like jack torrance got himself an axe
f*ck what’s in the cards b*tch, i’m built to f*cking last
brute forced my way in, i’m stayin, and makin’, a k!llin’
no wonder why they’re makin’ me a villain
i’m a conquereor
on that thanos sh*t b*tch, astronomical
on a roll
headlines sayin’ my sh*t’s plain phenomenol
in*dom*nible, and sweet
b*tch i’m f*cking up these beats
like i’m johnny storm or superman
i’m layin’ down this heat, aye

[bridge]
empty wallet
now i’m out here writing checks
drove a wreck
now i’m flying private jets
you impressed?
spend my money on armani
b*tch i once was dripped in sweats
now the image of success
younger me would’ve never f*ckin guessed
[verse 3]
i guess i chose excess
feelin’ like ferris, drivin’ rari’s in that vest
if they’re sayin less in more then i guess i’ve got less
wild in the night robe,’ like i’m hugh hef
came a long way from that classroom pest
never rest, til my f*ckin wallet got blessed
i was obsessed
ever single thought and action could attest
wanted fame, just to prove i was the motherf*ckin best
and i hit the f*ckin’ bullseye
dead on with a kunai
hotter than a sauna in the middle of july
balla at the gala, got ‘em askin’ who’s that rude guy?
me, motherf*cker, spittin’ wicked til i ooze pride

simply comin’ in hot
feelin’ like a f*ckin leprechaun up in his pot
jottin’ f*ckin zeroes in the checkbook with no dots
bounty hunter, gettin’ money when i k!ll the f*ckin comp
aye

- darduel

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