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zδde - used to it lyrics

[intro: zade + d-buk & penacho]
yo, you got zade in this
d-buk on the mix
this is my best f-ckin’ attempt at trap
this is as close as it gets
penacho

[hook]
busy loving the hate, so eff you cupid
comparing y’all to me, y’all can look stupid
tryna make my name, raise the stakes you claim
all you fakes refrain, the game ain’t used to it [x2]

[verse 1]
the game ain’t used to it
the way i move through it
it’s therapeutic and better suited to cruise through it
i’m tryna go the extra mile to reconcile the reckless child
with the inner wisdom and wrecking style of a retrophile
and you know it though
composed and i got the poet flow
just another taurus who’s been ignoring his horoscope
stuck beneath the horrors that keep me sordid and sort of low
deep within the forest a seasoned tourist is cornered bro
i got some issues, i will admit, but the rap is vital
i’ll be the rapper whose broken records you stack in vinyl
i stop and jerk when i drop a verse, f-ck an office clerk
but sure, the earth’s got me feeling blue, bout to pop a smurf
i only work with the certain hope i ain’t dying broke
quiet bloke, fighting defiant giants cos i’m the goat
sit with the kids so they pick and listen with intuition
the bigger picture, i tell my n-gg-s, this is the mission
moving in silence, like jesus christ i’m a thief at night
z’s a vegan who might just eat you if beef ignites
a force to reckon with, anybody is second if
you got me on a beat and the spirit leads me to wreck a b-tch
i’m feeling righteous although my life is a team of vices
decrease the peace with increasing grief and the scene’s a crisis
a crooked twist when you look at this, but the fuse is lit
refuse to quit, just cos you n-gg-s ain’t used to it

[hook]
busy loving the hate, so eff you cupid
comparing y’all to me, y’all can look stupid
tryna make my name, raise the stakes you claim
all you fakes refrain, the game ain’t used to it [x2]

[verse 2]
we in the second verse
hearing the track and shooting the messengers;
effin’ thirst for every blessed bird and it’s gettin’ worse
checking skirts, wondering “how am i gonna peck it first?”
“hey girl, looking like wife material, let’s rehe-rs-”
i’m drifting off the topic n-gg-, i gotta stop it
i saw love in the air, i got my c-ck and shot it
whoever thought hip hop would get so hypnotic
i’m not a puppet, i just adjusted, you know i got it
i’m coming through with the sickest sh-t, spittin’ syphilis
i hit and miss, it’s meaning i miss your bullsh-t and hit your b-tch
lyricist with his mind in orbit, still writing courses
ask him a question and see him tryna define the sources
i only wish that i could exist on a greater plane
no use in living if all you do is remain the same
this ain’t a song you can sing along with and lose your sh-t
not here to party, i know you n-gg-s ain’t used to it

[hook]
busy loving the hate, so eff you cupid
comparing y’all with me, y’all can look stupid
tryna make my name, raise the stakes you claim
all you fakes refrain, the game ain’t used to it [x2]

- zδde lyrics

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