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emɐnuǝl x - $oul bounce lyrics

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chiggity check
i got it/

get two joints rolled
call it flexible sockets/

style is pre draft
letta b-tch mock it/

till my stock rockets with thick wallets in my pocket/

you can’t
knock it/

takin over the culture
with no hesitation/

no ch-nks in my armor
like asian segregation/

impatient so i
can’t relate to waitin/

achin to get society
to stop paper chasin/

seek some
meditation/

get love from
my nubians/

when the
doobie in/

who be in the club claimin real
is fake so let the truth begin/

n-ggas ain’t ready
fa da real/

ape sh-t over a diss make
ya banana clips peel/

gather a clip reel, show me
all your accomplishments/

look me in the eyes, show
me all of ya confidence/

knowin thru it all, that
im still gonn prevail/

cuz despite him bein right
they still threw jesus in jail/

you gotta do what
you gotta do/

n-ggas f-ck around too
much so i chose solitude/

you label me an -ssh0l-
only cuz i’m an honest dude/

but when ya think you’re too good to practice rivals are honored to/

whatever ya blessing is
better use it/

are there rewards for bein
the realest n-gga in music?/

reality already puttin
me in check/

cuz when i wrote realest this
phone auto corrected to respect/

see if you f-ck b-tches
and get the loot/

society subconsciously
turned you into a prost-tute/

no sajj thing as a
real b-tch n-gga/

real talk you better off
bein a real b-tch, n-gga/

my life is my own so
i claim my mistakes/

but i’m committed to a goal
doin all that it takes/

full throttle to my vision, my
foots numb to the breaks/

im the product of what bein told you’re not good enough makes/

gotta let that
soul knock/

amongst the
age of robots/

where n-ggas brainwashed
to believe they gotta go pop/

why harlem gotta handle
rocc but can’t globetrott/

for them i kick the real
until my blood flow stops/

why n-ggas coulda
been kings in the congo?/

but died slaves or nowadays
die as a john doe?

why you think my latins
only good for labor?/

and think paying minimum
wager is doin us a favor?/

no flavor until we stepped
onto the scene/

i’m tryna get it cuz i was
told life is but a dream/

what the f-ck
you mean?/

in that case my
existence is lucid/

coming to the realization
that society is stupid/

whippin dream lamborghinis
no mercy for police/

tryna fit the strugglin world
into my plush leather seats/

tryna solve the puzzle of life
with a missing a piece/

what’s the difference between you and the you that no one sees?

- emɐnuǝl x lyrics

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