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valtini - a tale of 2 citiez (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
stop reminding me which part of the shoe is pinching me
take on a dope beat cause hip-hop’s heart is hittin’ me
like a marriage i’m takin’ this seriously
my flow ain’t never missin’, but i know some rappers stealin’ me
loose all the fingers countin’ plenty figures
they would have a lot of plates but still won’t feed us
i ain’t got n-ggas, that’s a reason to be greedy
valtini is selfish, y’all need to buy and eat it
but y’all n-ggas ain’t, i can hear your stomach rumble
these cheaters are lyin’, what a confusin’ jungle
n-ggas ain’t got sh-t but refusin’ to keep it humble
me i keep it trill and get my own style on, rambo
lovely, f-ck out the court room and don’t judge me
no ludacris but why these rappers actin’ funny?
i got more hoes than the amsterdam streets
my name ain’t phillips but i always get kissed
these hoes thirsty but not hungry cause they eat enough d-ck
and my d-ck is like my name, it’s always on a ho’s lips
cutie with a booty and pretty ol’ t-ts
but if she act like a main chick i’ll flip the whole script
now back to rappin’ like it is christmas again
i am wrecking, i got recognition to gain
so tell me who feelin’ whom? y’all k!llin’ whom?
who the h-ll the dead -ss rappers that need a living room?
who the dopest, man? who the trillest, dude?
i’m the answer to this question “who you listenin’ to?”
i’m like cancer to this question “who is sicker than who?”
n-ggas think p-ssion relies on becomin’ bigger than you, so look
grow before you come get ready to beef
if y’all n-ggas so sick, then i’m already deceased
you need high-heels to get on my horse
if you k!ll, i’m not a corpse
this is the f-ckin’ last rapper that you’re ready to diss
where i’m from it ain’t hard to get your body apart from your heart
that’s the reason i was scared to come out like a fart
“ay n-gga i think thugs is out there to start!”
but when fiends attack ain’t n0body out there to bark
huh f-ck! even some homies against me
when i say i trust my dawgs, i really mean my pets g
but i been thru lot of sh-t like a toilet
my soul carries a chopper, call me soldier
va-va-va-valtini i am everything i told ya
f-ck with me my n-gga, ah

[verse 2]
i’m in front of the business, they can clearly see me
real name so they know i’m far from gimmicks
i don’t play but still these kids watchin’ like disney
i don’t watch back the hate, cause i don’t really have a minute
my time to be a winner, gotta run the game like a sprinter
so i’m out hustlin’, trynna get paper like a printer
cause when it comes to this rap sh-t, i’m very cold, that’s winter
evidently my season now, back then story was different
i used to wanna be a footballer, but took the foot out
now just wanna be a baller, n-gga
my former peers impressed now
guess i didn’t just get taller, n-gga
they notice i’m ahead of my time
i’m confident, i’m c-cky, i’m too advanced
i move forward, take more than two steps, i’m good at dance
plus valtini got the mic on his hand
ooh he brings nothin’ but harmfulness
y’all cats are a full mess, sickening when y’all bust
your mileage must be increasing, you n-ggas trippin’ that much
when thinkin’ y’all some rare dudes
it’s like bagdad, when i drop bombs you know i wreck you

- valtini lyrics

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