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bullet brak - for real lyrics

/++ ₿ullet brak verse ++ /

it’s thought provoking yo
i’m still smokin tho
like mystical
instinctively persistent
where my vocals go
the locals know
ya boy will show
dressed to k!ll
like high noon
pushy like the corner store
hurry up and buy soon
a+yo
revving up this lyrical banshee
no need to advance me
i’ll cover my bill
when i’m home from france b

₿ullet brak
tag sh+t like graffiti artist
i’ma breed up my wealth
and i’ma feed the starvers
my soul health
is my soul purpose

i’m glad you heard this
remember on your journey
that no one is worthless
you still there?
am i losing my service?
if the truth set you free
why you need to be nervous?

i
pity the fool
that fool with the book of chris & matthew
all it takes is a look from the crooks
to leave you shook
n whiz one at you
this is

bar debauchery
i know the stars is watching me
if you’re a betting man
tell your fam to drop a lot on me

/++ chorus —/
we all know the game ain’t played fair
even though we all breathe the same air
dollars, cents, status, and the residence
do what ya gotta
make moves for them presidents

we all know the game ain’t played fair
even though we all breathe the same air
dollars, cents, status, and the residence
do what ya gotta
make moves for them presidents

/++ chris rivers verse ++/
i’m tired
of dealin with
being tired
of dealin with sh+t
deprived
of the minimal gifts
because i’ve
been a criminal since
my guy
had a bit of
chris’s fires
that’s given to kids
whose minds
had a spiritual lift
guise
through the middle
since my
skin is caramelized
curls
and tight circles
parasail rides
be subjected to the parallel minds
that wanna damage the ties
between myself
from where my shattered tale lies
act like h+ll
is one
h+ll of a prize
the oppression is even
given in sales
we’re the victims
but we’re villians in cells
limited options
so we flip it n sell
n know we flippin on them n!6645
cuz they flip it as well
and started glorifying
k!llin ourselves
coppin suicide doors if i’m sad
whippin if they whippin my bag
feeling trapped
and i whip in the track
seeing crack
when we given them cracks
we all shattered
i’m just giving it back
it’s like that

/++ chorus —/
we all know the game ain’t played fair
even though we all breathe the same air
dollars, cents, status, and the residence
do what ya gotta
make moves for them presidents

we all know the game ain’t played fair
even though we all breathe the same air
dollars, cents, status, and the residence
do what ya gotta
make moves for them presidents

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