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lirik lagu plato – roman sterling

plato lyrics
[intro]
i was gonna put an intro down for this piece, but i don’t f*ckin’ have anything to say. just let the music speak for itself. that was kindof douchey… f*ck it. jvlii

[verse 1]
if you speak soft, you better carry a big stick, ’cause n*ggas is raunchy; be on you like flies on sh*t
b*tch, i’m ghandi: a piece of my mind’s worth a million times what they offer

remember my name and my message, the mantra, the motto, the law of the jungle, hakuna matata
lothario’s libido, bravosi’s bravado, it’s sterling or plato. tomato, tomahto

damascus steel with a large legion shield and a lead helmet keeps my head held together
the fear of the devil never compelled me to change for the better, but it’s present like the pressures of war

so i weather the weather whether its winter or desert. never deserting the mission, never switch up on my n*ggas
never succumb to my vices, i made a deal with my demons, they said they’ll let me be righteous long as i promise to feed ’em

you got problems; probably cuz you f*ck with them contras. n*gga i grew up with them goblins. now i’m a flower boy, and you don’t know me
you thought i was slow and weak? well that was the old me, and it’s been a while boy

i been through some trials and tribulations, denials and revelations
i’m twenty*five and that’s late for a rapper but i’ve been letting the rhymes simmer and sizzle like frying bacon. it ain’t no debating, my n*gga, i am the greatest

[interlude]
yeah yeah yeah… woah ooh ooh

yeah
[verse 2]
i’m a rapper but i’ve been known to prostrate in deference to heavy metal with high levels of decibels
where i come from second ain’t acceptable. take your time, baby, and make it impeccable

(what are you doing?) chilling. sitting on the cellphone, swiping on b*tches way the h*ll out my e.l.o
i like ’em snow*white, but a lil’ bit ghetto. big old titties, booty like jello

(i’m ’bout to go f*cking crazy, n*gga) need to get mellow
(out of this world) grinning like leto, (yeah, yeah)
let’s go do something stupid. i’m like a ghoul, how i fiend for the bullsh*t

i’m an american boy like estelle said. i give the game a new life like a health kit
i don’t cry anymore over spilled blood. what’s the point, either way the n*gga still dead

i know i’m rude and i’m crass and i’m selfish. but on the real, i just feel so helpless. wish the world would slow down just a little bit. but the beat goes on and on and on and on

so i got on the road spitting the tippity*top level of hippity*hop, n*gga i’m chill on a bop, i need a b*tch with a plan
i give a f*ck what they rock, n*gga, i got me a brand. jvlii writ on my tags;

i burned a hole in my sick mask. this smoke is gon’ get me k!lled. the bud a bill, sticks is a buck fifty

sipping gin rummy, simply put: pimping. holler if you motherf*ckin’ hear me

[outro]
can you hear me?
shout out callan

- roman sterling

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