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mtp - old days lyrics

[verse: mtp, feio]
watch the television fl!cker as i cut back to them old days
motherf-cker testing sh-t just to find the worse ways-
to die, there’s like 6 milli ways that you can- die
if you look up in the sky then you can- fly
ugh, and take my word for it
if i’m not the top one at your top five, boy, i’m heading for it
take all the sh-t i need to make a masterpiece
not asking for it, imma take it now, and i’ll just p-ss it forward
if you’re behind, you stay behind
‘cause, sh-t, ugh, i’m going way too fast to ever notice what i’ve left behind
like- like- your legacy, got left behind
and no one ‘members you exist but sh-t, you’re still alive
beep-beep, sh-t, who’s this on my rader
oh, it’s you, just another f-cking “play hard”
shoot your shot and when you missed your chance
imma take the gun, re-c-ck it, watch you do the shmoney dance
thinking bout the old days hold the gaze
dazin on the grayscale
i f-cked up
let it go and break through the chainmail
i think my brains stale woke broken
i’m in need of some ego stroking
they thinkin we forgot the goal
impossible as we spark the bowl
and cut against the grain
this plane jane rap floating down the gutter
you tell em speak up but all you hear is a mutter
i st-st-stutter on the track its melting like b-tter
i st-t-tutter on this beat and yet i never missed one
i dissed some, never known an l just like a j-panese man
what’s the plan and what’s the goal
what’s the message ? how it goes ?
b-tch, what more could i ask for ?
mvp, kick through the door
i’m the one, you’re number 2
y’know ? the slang term for poo
only then you’re number 2
and not 282
just as far as you can be
you’re the opposite of me
i’m the best, and you’re just last
i’m the future, you’re the past
one day we gonna make it as we p-ss all the mumble rappin and fake sh-t
get mad as f-ck and break sh-t
then take it to the furnace
spark the spliff as then burn us packin burners churnin live rounds
while they hide behind the sounds from the bas-m-nt
in any case meant what was said spit so hard they ears bled red
yeah we tag these rappers send em back to the flock
actin all hard but they runnin out the clock
i roll up, make a g-shock like tick tick tick
i’ve been this sick since i first started to spit
i’ve been murdering beats like this since ‘018
that doesn’t seem like very long but that’s a lot of beats i’ve k!lled
flashback to a younger days when my talent ain’t been defining my lifestyle
in every other way
‘cause my talent is unknown just like my name but give 2 or 3 more years, i’ll be on top of the game
yeah, uh, uh, mtp

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