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deaf streets - black jetta lyrics

[hook: facexx][x2]

black jetta, black jetta, black jetta
could there ever be a n-gga spitting better?
black jetta, black jetta, black jetta
name a n-gga

[verse i: deaf nye]

i put my feelings to the side first
i do this rap sh-t in my sleep, make my time worth
lifetime kinda mine, that’s my side work
ain’t no p-ssies in my matrix, they ain’t time worth
i might work, putting features out like light work
my light verse make your sh-t sound like type verse
on type beats, b-tches two-faced like siamese
they grimy, want my signature like” sign, please”
like how they find me?
n-ggas talk sh-t, i’m like “slime, please”
let me breathe, let a n-gga eat
let me feed off these n-ggas and they self-esteem
and i’m a greedy -ss n-gga, so i’m never pleased
i heard that b-tch ain’t really want me, she just want the d
with some weed, with some money and a cup of lean
but that’s fine to me cause black jetta free, now black jetta feed
uh

[hook][x2]

[verse ii: deaf nye]

now f-ck these n-ggas and they ambitions
my ambitions turned these b-tches into fans, listen
my ambitions left me with a single with a past written
and all these writtens putting n-ggas out of work and feeling
my inside screaming “homie, go and grab the beretta and spray it at yourself, cause you the real problem
you the reason you a junior taking algebra 1
and you the reason that she f-cked another n-gga for nun
and you the reason n-ggas talk sh-t and you’re holding your tounge”
well f-ck it, ima turn these n-ggas to nun
well f-ck it, ima k!ll these n-ggas for fun
well f-ck it, ima talk my sh-t till i’m done, i hope you ready for it
i’m not mad, i’m just overly stressed and lowkey depressed
my mindstate is stressed, i think i need some rest
i’m done talking man, f-ck it

[hook][x2]

[verse iii: deaf nye]

trainwreck and i’m pushing the gas
i need some gas cause the boy brain feel g-ssed
flex boy, you know this verse just for the flex
backhouse is black like my eyes when i rap
house for the gifted, i live in the back
the movement is peace and peace will be obtained
peace with my peace, take your piece just to fame
lease after lease, no release, you a lame
karma’s a b-tch and she’ll pick you by name
karma come quick, i have yet to reach fame
dearly departed, i’m probably the hardest regardless of ratings and fanbase, that’s honest
f-ck being modest, i feel like this sh-t
menelik garments, my n-gga, i’m dipped
money the motive to not give a sh-t
and i give no f-cks so a n-gga feel rich

[silence so yo b-tch -ss can process what you just listened to f-ckboy]

- deaf streets lyrics

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