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adamar - lucky you freestyle lyrics

uhu… ay
uhu… ay
i’m coming i’m contradicting the b+tches
that be telling i’m not gonna blow
keeping it low, they bringing me down
well i’m still ambitious even morocco (woow)
eating them raw, another diss and bodies will be found on the side of the road
“it’s excessive…”, i know
“…face the reality you’re not in saw”
but swear to god, i’ma be slitting some throats (d+mn!)
so bring the machete, blood on the floor
like you dropped the motherf+cking bolognese spaghetti
inspiration of slim shady the goat
like a december’s first load sh+t’s gonna be heavy (sheesh!)
i’m building a legacy, half of my sk!lls is your fantasy
jealousy hoes who be thinking that hating me
will make you my enemy (must be kidding?!)
b+tch, i’m just a rapper don’t call me the greatest though i’m s+d+st
i’ll k!ll y’all whackrappers chasing after greatness (facts!)
contagious, my sh+t’s on some playlists in vegas
expect to be slapped if you don’t know the basics (yea)
i’m heinous, i’ll get the smile off of these motherf+cker’s faces (yea)
with them sonic flows i be winning some races (yea)
them b+tches be toady they thinking i’m famous (woow)
they just keep saying that my sh+t is lit! (lit!)
“keep going! never quit!”
i make any bar fit, get the money and split
“yo i gotta admit… you slaying for a kid”
wan’ know how to spit mad sh+t just shut up and sit
yea this is my return, still got so much to learn
did you freak the f+ck out when you saw the upturn
it’s finally my turn, bunch of ears gonna burn
you mad? but it just ain’t in my f+cking concern (uh)
it’s my passion that’s why i’m doing this with patience
i want a home studio and f+ck a playstation, don’t ask for a freestyle
i’m sh+tty with improvisation (yea) and another con is my pr+nunciation
when i’ll rap about weed i won’t choke on a vape
now even without that i’m raping the tape
i hate all days from mondays to sundays
and bro this the reason why
that i’m shooting the flow
the bullet from the snow
i ain’t missing no shot like i’m häyhä simo
blowing the show, them hoes want a photo
spending my cash like i hit the lotto
i think i’ma slow, ’cause beating this beat that much
had me feeling like i’m breaking the law (sheesh!)
i don’t go with no flow i just follow my soul
never thought of myself i could sound like a pro
pops is gonna be mad when he’ll know i became a rapper
well eminem and lucas to blame (sheesh!)
they ignited the flame
had me wanting the fame
and the pride of shouting my motherf+cking name (yea)
it is what it is and i’m not gon complain
i got very few streams, and it is deceptive
it’s k!lling my brain, but i’m easing the pain
waiting for the day when i’ll hit the milli and pop that motherf+cking champagne
so all of y’all haters must get of my d
because i’m in the place where i was meant to be
i was made to rip the mic
but for now i’m lazy watching naruto uzumaki
look at me! lucky me? go check my views counter
and b+tch you gon see
that i ain’t rich i’m unlucky
hardwork’s the key
but i ain’t did a lot of things in these days
i admit it i just laid in this bed (uh)
waiting for the inspi to get through my head
i ain’t winning no d+mn grammy
’cause i was born in this bled but i’m tired
i finna spit all the hate and pain i was fed
through this short life i learned
nothing’s more dangerous than your own mind
in mine, you’ll find my biggest desire
to get signed, or my anger to be this kind (yea)
untie your tie, stop being shy, here’s the mic
just give it a motherf+cking try
unique in my kind, i be taping the mic
’till i hear em screaming yamete kudasaï
some people saying my verses are lit
some others are b+tching that i gotta quit
and some motherf+ckers don’t know i could drop
the best hits if i just had the budget for it (uh)
even though all my homies and family and teachers
and schoolmates be thinking i’m boor
i wondered for so long if i’m not so nebbish
or introverted to experience a tour… but that was before
now that the psycho is resting by six feet down under the floor (facts!)
for real i got ecstatic when feeling myself being loved and supported
for my work and now i need more
and i’m sure (yea), my intentions ain’t pure i’m an angelic demon
dreaming of blondies in sweden
that be playing with syllables and showing the third one
to people stating that i’m still immature
i’ve had a whole breakdown while watching lucifer
asking people what do they truly desire?
i think mine is having new dreams
after realizing all the old ones to which i aspired (facts!)
don’t know if i’ll hit the fame… all i know is
whatever level i’ma reach i’ma always gon be aiming higher
i know i’m the new fire spitter you admire
but d+mn i got tired…
that my friends just keep asking me is my new stuff gon be dropped soon?
but dude i ain’t got no idea i just write and keep writing
hoping that one day my sh+t will be top trending even in korea
them b+tches ain’t singing ain’t rapping ain’t doing no sh+t
but screaming like they got diarrhea
this sh+t’s going to drive me insane, don’t blame
if i blow on your face like i’m santa maria
13 in baccalaureate but motherf+cker
17 doesn’t make you more clever than me (yea)
i’ve chosen music over studies
’cause who the f+ck gon ever use b²+4ac?! (uh)
so i smash this sh+t out, i’m not worrying about
them saying i do this sh+t for cash or for clout
’cause even if it’s true my boy what you gon do?
doubt my words? say i’m trash? take a ticket
and get to the back of the queue
there’s too many like you with no clue
it’s my heart that i threw up to give bars addicts their dosage
also to pay homage, no attention to people who don’t aknowledge
’cause i’m right with your b+tch and she’s giving me head
and i’m next to your homeboy that f+cker is dead
you forgot what you said?
well i didn’t and watch out
tomorrow you gon find me under your bed
i ain’t got no hoes and i ain’t got no gun
but the heat i produce is compared to the sun
it took me months to get those minutes done
and if you got this far on em you’s a real one
so this was the song that got me on this path
and i hope my remix of it wasn’t too bad
to be honest i want to be flattered
that’s why i’m saying this
’cause i know this sh+t was too fat (facts!)
bars hitting like a flood
i can’t even compare your wack sh+t to a bath
i be going crazy felt like a psychopath
dissapeared for a while motherf+ckers i’m back
them b+tches want to rap but they lack on the track, b+tch!
(uh, yeah, yeah)
them b+tches want to rap but they lack on the track yeah
them b+tches want a feat but they lack on the track yeah
them b+tches want a feat, but they can not compete
with this sh+t, you talking to the f+cking elite, b+tch!

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