mar$ gram - bad boy for life [week #18] lyrics
walk in the place like who want it with me but i do not gotta say sh-t cause talking is cheap, see you will pay for your actions n your bills late, i still blaze tracks take that the flow crazy ill so they straight jack it like old shady k!ll any compet-tors, i f-cking bet ya learned now come get your he-rs- out run in fear but you don’t have a chance to make it out alive in this avalanche of raps i’m down to ride we can manage that later, i stack paper as fat as shaq if you don’t, see the point fix ya cataracts n i keep destroying beats deep in poise he’s a b-boy free i’ll lead the voiceless please enjoy this live breaking news you will not avoid his rhymes face the truth it’s over for you n your crew, true who wanna move in first cause the universe n earth keep spinning, i be sinning yea i’m doing dirt my t–th grinning but keep spitting flames till my name is lucifer, i’m still the same kid same vision the same kicks, the same thoughts same fits ain’t gonna change sh-t, just not the same wisdom these days i grew more, but still the same brain insane yea true story, you do bore me with all these same flows, they wanna be drake cole kendrick but ain’t close, so stay focused on your grind improve that, cause none of us wanna hear you try n do rap find some boom bap first learn the basics words n phrases so every verse is laced with a perfect pace planned no impersonations it works amazing then emerge in greatness reversing statements made years ago by those who doubted me, they clearly don’t have the ear most rappers need to smash a beat to pieces leave it’s a tragic scene csi n dexter combined wouldn’t find me just all the bodies cause i left them behind godly flow n pen making no amends if it’s f-ck you
it’s f-ck you i’m so intense like a boy scout, make any loud noise bet the bears come, i beat the beat up son i’m wrecking the snare drums, i dare one of you to try to step to this, i would twist your top off like a pepsi b-tch, or an exorcist yes it goes hand n hand like the way i grip straps when the hammers blam, turn ya man to clam sauce d-mn dawg u look mad lost i blast off ima rap god that you can’t cross this time, i spit rhymes sick let a fist fly
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