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tra (us) – darker lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ayy
yeah i’ve been going through some sh+t recently
been kinda tough yeah
making some f+cking bangers that sound dope like this sh+t
yeah shout out to the boy ben, making this f+cking track
let’s go, yeah ayy

[verse 1]
yeah i got that motivation, sit back and i rap out my frustrations
cause me and you ain’t got no correlation
yeah don’t need no d+mn donations
yeah got so many girls, got me feeling the temptation yeah ayy
when i jump in i go darker than before, i want more, hit the floor
when i leave they always begging for one more, but i leave ’em at the door
man i don’t want to ignore, but i swore that i told you this before
i’m only looking for a dime
and i got too much d+mn time, man rap those f+cking rhymes
yeah i k!ll those bars, it should be labeled as a crime
show me the ladder to the top and imma climb
don’t you cross the line yeah write my bars until they shine
got me feeling so divine yeah
i thought you were mine, i guess i missed the sign
call me up but i decline (ayy)
sit back and recline, i got that money on my mind
and i know i’m one of a kind, how the f+ck am i not signed ahh (yeah)

[verse 2]
and i’m grinding every day, they got my music on replay
i wish i woulda stayed, i wish i had the mind to go my way
but i can’t, so i write and then i rant
but that sh+t is in the past, like when all y’all used to chant (tra)
i can’t stop, like i said in the last mix
so i write and then i rap sh+t, off my back b+tch
done with all these tricks, writing raps like writing scripts
i make hits, i never miss, i can’t admit, i drop that sh+t they think it’s lit
i’ll never quit, your b+tch is whipped, the lyrics cl!cked
i’m always picked, you never skip my sh+t, i make that f+cking tip ahh
i ain’t messing with your chick if she don’t have they drip drip
that bang sh+t, that hang sh+t
cause i ain’t messing ’round with no blank b+tch
put that money in the bank b+tch, don’t know who to thank b+tch
hope my sh+t don’t tank b+tch (yeah)
repping mn till the death, yeah that sh+t will have my last breath, but i’m glad i f+cking left yeah

[outro]
yeah my life is amazing man writing an album that sh+t is so crazy
i ain’t got time to be lazy
do i like her i said maybe, but i don’t call her baby
i ain’t got time for the laddies
cause i gotta get that mercedes and there ain’t nothing that’ll faze me (ahh)

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