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yungxhalloween - left hand suzuki method (feat. yung trunkz) lyrics

woke up, like what i feel like making today?
post up, like what i feel like taking today?
spoke up, like sorry, i ain’t breaking today
“the best thing you can be is ready”, i always say

i barely f+ck with the locals, why would i f+ck with the transplants?
n0body wanna stand ground no more, everybody wanna grandstand
maybe you should put the gram up, grandpa
we ain’t f+ckin with ya half assed art, lacks heart
taking up sp+ce, d+mn, man
it’s probably in your whole bloodline to go landgrab

paycheck to paycheck
food upon my plate left
daddy, did we pay debt?
mommy want good grades? bet
can’t care bout no local fame
the fake dap ups and “great set”‘s
tell me what you change yet, i’m patient

talent and paranoia
social sk!lls that i’m void of
slave to my motorola
class coma, craft over quota
it’s mad to have a habit that lack impact on your planet
dodging the problematic’s like ducking the automatics
to deal with attention addicts, you break down the full mechanics
of that bag of magic up my sleeve that keeps my humble static
i got tulsa in my pulse
means you can play my role, but you won’t get the same results
you ain’t met a child till you work with grown adults
the money feeds indeed, but believe that the greed engulfs, whole
balanced as a solstice, immune to your thin insults
been sacrificing goats and i’m starting a couple cults
the castle casts it’s status but cowers at catapults
captured in catacombs
royal to none, repulsed

woke up, like, “what i feel like making today?”
post up, like, “what i feel like taking today?”
spoke up, like, “sorry, i ain’t breaking today”
“the best thing you can be is ready”, i always say

(no such f+cking thing)

yung trunkz:
n+ggas think they famous
still don’t know why they haters
smellin’ like brown liquor mixed with marijuana flavors
need to get in the gym instead drinkin’ at the brunch
could take any n+ggas beat an eat that sh+t for lunch
but it’s just the appetizer though
i want all kinds smoke
egos more fragile then mommas china, hoe
while you chasin’ v+g+n+ though
when gettin’ streams in the china yo
you let me drive the boat
you triple 6, the devils goat and now you dead with no halo
you just the devil in a gee and your dojo in ibiza
gotta watch over your back, never know who might see ya
gotta play the cards your dealt
white b+tch she just the help
tulsa not takin over, oh well, i’ll do the sh+t myself
gotta have some thick skin or else the world will eat you
dropped an album all together, i guess that was the teacher
cause when push came to shove, you only cared about yourself, right?
i knew i never fit in cause you fake f+cks never felt right

(the hope lost in my honesty will come around eventually)

safe bet? probably not, purely chemical
faded red, says a lot, not a centerfold
came and went
ready, not
learn to let it go
go home

- yungxhalloween lyrics

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