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lirik lagu last track – thoseguysthatrap

[verse 1: parker automatic]
i don’t want them boys in my area
f*ck around and you might get buried here
flatbush never taught a n*gga how to live right
but it sure taught a n*gga how to end a life
got a pocket full of lint and an attitude to show and prove
must be paralyzed if you ain’t making money moves
crime pays its about time a n*gga got his dues
but i ain’t a criminal
pastor since a youngin everything i say is biblical
sermon in my verses if you need to feel spiritual
dance with the devil when i need to get lyrical
like john 3:16 if you believe in me than you shall be redeemed
but if john give you three sixteens
thеn its murder at the scenе you can cut the screen
or blackout like ny summer ’03
or bring that brooklyn zoo back, shout out to odb
shim*shimmy*shimmy*ya ain’t no testing we
those guys heat up summers, give a f*ck about degrees
but mom says go to college to get knowledge
but cops rather see me dead or vegetated
get hate from policies republicans created
and the inner caste system like india love
instead of fighting i’d like some pics of india love
’cause she better than my other distractions
weed, money, hoes and other lit situations
drinking henny by the hour
while my father decaying of liver failure
its nothing major just the building blocks to a k!ller
i’m tryna tell ya tryna warn ya
[verse 2: mat king cole]
look, i got an ash tray full of roaches
looking like joe’s apartment, my name is mat not mike
but why you wanna be starting some with a big n*gga like me?
oh you a g? that’s a riot
its gonna take more than a f*cking rock that’ll k!ll this f*cking giant
i’m tryna find a rival who’s timing doesn’t resemble a mayan
somebody swing me a tylenol and an adderall, i had it all
feeling like a mother f*cking matador stepping in bullsh*t
i’m move on a pulpit, i’m wearing a robe all day
feeling a little saucy, got a dime to roll my dubs
met her out there in marcy behind the barclays
feel like a classic hood fl!ck scene, classic hood chick
she really sweet, but she look mean
so f*ck it, its friday i’m bout to set it off
strolling down maple bumping to jason’s lyric
hoping you n*ggas hear it the right reaction’s to fear it
you n*ggas think that you big? well n*gga do the right thing
and we can get it swinging like we in this new jack city
bet your baby momma gonna feel me all in her belly
like i’m her baby boy, you lazy boy
why you aiming? i’m wavy boy, you crazy boy
what got you thinking the game is done?
i’ll maybe pray for y’all
take a second just to talk to god and your father
you can’t refuse the offer i’ma give to you and ya partner
you know the game is on my fireplace sitting lovely
now don’t make me call my brothers like my name is keenen ivory
n*gga
[verse 3: escon]
understand i’m at my best like the isley’s
i ain’t living idly
i just thought we only post the highlights on ig
my ten thousand hours going nicely
more than that in the bank like finally
they ain’t gonna fine me
you can’t even find me ’cause lately i been flying
okay i’m lying, still flexing my ip
only worried bout where i’m going next
that’s probably why i’m missing every text
specially the ones coming from ‘rents
lately seem like world ain’t been making any sense
we need change, but only get stress
from the press to schools
the writings on the wall this ain’t no woopity*scoop
i take a risk every time i spit in a booth
i lay out my troops ’cause n*ggas get *pew* for speaking their truth
i got my eye on the board can’t be trusting the news
airing disasters to distract us from the pieces that move
another october surprise to rise numbers in booths
but how do you vote if neither side is for you?
these anti bully b*tches got these kids thinking they could yell they problems away
but that ain’t how it goes from where i stay
let body lay if ever taking aim at my head or grazing my waves
i’m anti b*tch ass n*gga instead
i’d leave my b*tches on read just to aim at an enemy’s neck
dial 911 and we’ll never forget
leave you full of regrets
like a trump supporter working for the government
you stupid f*ckers need to get checked
tryna argue bout who more oppressed
when if get reckless i’ll probably get arrested
the pigs could turn me to a felon for flexing
so i don’t know what a path to the right or the left is
i gotta keep it straight and if they playing games
then let ’em know that god has entered the lobby
and slap boxing my hobby
your reach long, but can’t touch on my body
bite the flow and i’ll float and sting you like ali
too pretty for you to stop me

- thoseguysthatrap

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