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lirik lagu kamaru – ayceeonethirty

y’all know i don’t be wastin any time with this
cause every day further it’s hard to say if my own life exist
ain’t trying to be the one of us at 42 lookin around
wishing he’d made a move and moved out of town
y’all actin like i ain’t known for throwin these f-ggots overboard
when the test server is down and i’m stoned in the back bored with this torch
they get exposed when i pen these inventive flows
then they sew up they mouth closed like they’ve taken a piston blow from lomachenko
y’all so basic had to redefine what amazing is
they’d die to taste greatness cause all they dine on is laziness
y’all just flies on my latest sh-t, like to talk on what crazy is
but they’d probably start shaking when they hear an echo that’s sprayin sh-t
they -ssume that i’m some hippie who’d probably burn up his check
cause he never had no aspirations of addin pounds to his neck
but they got it wrong, i’m only outspoken on world peace
let em start it it’s finished vicious, no one’s leaving in one piece, not even me
i’m in it for glory, see none before me
that present any compet-tion, i yell so they can’t ignore me
like they doin kamaru they gatekeepin from envy
in hopes that after a minute i’ll get exhausted and wimpy
but ain’t no quit up in me, you gon have to k!ll me take a penny
no bit of pity for all these vipers slitherin in this city
don’t tend to pay attention to crawlers beneath me
think they armored, they don’t know how quick this sh-t can go poch-nki
half of y’all don’t even make music you just rap to say you do it
say you makin moves when you ain’t sold a single bag or unit
can’t even think of a way i can help em with seein the difference
when i been evolving with everyday while they sat on the side, got rigid, still b-tching and moaning
known to master hand up opponents a slice of what all they homies wouldn’t real enough to have told em
y’all distractions, i’m just trying to put plasma screens in my bathroom
but i ain’t gonna act like i’m savage or show my -ss like a baboon
they say i’m racist, misogynistic, h-m-phobic and such
without knowing exact numbers of black d-cks that i sucked
know the ages of mumble rappers they keep mixin us up
cause they don’t even f-ckin listen, they see my picture and judge
you’re worse than goldfish, i been writing tracks and you just post sh-t
waitin on homie p to elevate all my emotions
now you start pokin like i ain’t been pr-ne to snap
like kevin nash’s quad muscle, joanna honin the jab in
y’all just lack ambition, got sh-t all packed up in your britches
havin a match on how many brands you can stack up into each sentence
they’ll just gas your kids at school and you’d never know they were dyin
too busy on instagram saying nine year old’s need a stylist or somethin
so f-ckin vain you hear your name instead of “they”
every time i start to complain about the state of the game
she think it’s cool to f-ck with rappers til you writing for hours
with the same beat playing all day, takes dedication for power
that’s a foreign concept to y’all, like the penalties of rugby
you don’t understand at all, need to take a lesson with muzzy, that’s dated
these tide poppers probably look at me like big bopper
ball but couldn’t name the center on that 90’s knicks roster
never heard of cool herc, eric b, or heavy d or kool moe dee
they busy sippin lean on shootin sprees
think they gods but they playing through tutorial missions
just wait until them training wheels are gone and then you really start to slippin
you only feel so invincible til your not
and the day that them feelings change its gon cost an expensive plot
i been up for 30 hours and i still ain’t bout to sleep
til my knuckles run out of skin cause my grandkids gotta eat, son

- ayceeonethirty

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