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lirik lagu definite - rain

[hook: definite]
rain rain hoes away, i don’t wanna smash today, (b~tch please )
hey hey you gotta wait, we’re only talking math today (just green)
babe babe please don’t stay get your asses outta state (yadadamean)
fake fake flex out there where were y’all when we were stray

[verse 1: definite]

herrin in my lane i’m destined for jail (vroom)
my consciousness got me trapped like some braids
trying ways out but i’m going insane (right)
bought the heat out late n they still don’t play (tch)
tryna clock thе next move, think i’m coquet? (whats next)
in a world fulla rappеrs your hardly gonna sway ( never make it )
same sh~t they feed me with like lyricals passe
make em bob their heads and you gon reign (gucci gang)
rapists roam free while you hitting on rappers for the things that they rhyme? (the f~ck)
hold up g, we do this sh~t cuh it makes us feel alive
y’all never let kids utter words n p~ss~x on their reams ( shhh)
revere freedom, while you break weak souls from pursuing dreams, (do what we say )
it’s time to pack the small talks up cuh the picture they paint is outta your league ( a game )
gotta stop pinning
never liked judgements, specially coming from clowns who just wanna get their thoughts keyed ( how much do you make )
that’s me, basically me
dropped a week back n they ask me bout the cuts n peaks, (get a job)
that’s f~cked up, anyways what do you do for a livin?
attorney? meaning i’m talking to someone who’s petting an audi
restin in top, schl~ngs in a coochie copping a gucci
[verse 2: m~hunt]

step back like a jumpshot
settle down, little b~tch, you this angry? go to punk rock
the pumps got to heat down, it’s me you want to beat down? i think the f~ck not
if you think you big, then i guess i’m like a sunspot
one drop of my drip, gonna leave a b~tch dead, like a bloodclot
and someone better start to pray, cause i’m hunting, with a f~ckin buckshot
hoe, calm down like busta
you never heard of me? b~tch you must’ve
i’m mr. millimeter and blunt god
you nothin but a baby by busta
and no i’m never getting rusty
hoe, dont ever try to judge me
i’m broken on the inside
but i never show any
emotions or remorse
i don’t know any
i been through the ringer
like a t~shirt
don’t even own many
or no jeep (skrt)
but money start to stackin from the work
how smooth i am, b~tch you’d think i rehe~rs~d
your b~tch wanna wrestle, now we tagged like teamwork
question, can any of r~t~rds, compete on my level, no and i’ve done all the research
supposed to grow up
but do donuts and throw up
my middle finger
listenin to real slim shady in spring
your bout to witness just how crazy a i can get when
i check your name off my hitlist after i play your vignette
wait just hold up, it’s m~hunt on the set
i bet you havn’t heard of me just yet
i also bet your intellect is that of insects
you pesty little b~tches love to test me
like teacher’s pets
i remember when i was all alone, stems from recess
balling and being benched
to having my name in press
[verse 3: definite]

when the hots winds breezed
i stayed true to my dreams, (yeah)
never knew what does a rack mean
never had a thot to tease ( haha)
but i met a chick once she let me squeeze (harder)
left her pleased , the next day was on my knees
thought i’d never let a b~tch know my feels ( i lo, lol)
but f~ck it b~tches they come they go that’s for me to deal
2 years later i’m sinking in trauma, driven by chicks who are nine (ooh)
while i wait for my karma, i’d be sipping some wine (slrp)
3 j’s in n i drew my line, wrote my first rhyme
got me a diver they say that it’s fake
give me sometime i’ll show what it takes (make it )
got me some bands i’m swimming in hake
blowin my budget, i’m bringing the wakes ( waves and vigil for corpse )
boys enjoyed rhymes bout ladies and lack
sense to call it a cap
im callin a cab, get home n get backo vibin to trap
far from perfection in rap, but it’s time y’all bring in the claps
that i earned, all i ever did was say true sh~t i never did lap
that’s word to my chaps, not a big figure but i still eat thrice n i made small stacks
clowns don’t tell me what to do?
criticism pushes me to let the hate brew
played millionaire with my life no clues
my lifelines went up for a toss still didn’t stew
switchin jobs and i quit to my dreams i flew
revenue wise i ain’t making no sh~t but i keep working hard to feed off my roux
scoot from a circle coz i couldn’t sell
k!lling it since i can ever think off
underdog you don’t know what i been through
peddling through woes despite of the hate threw
tryna limn my story in these bars i drew
300 hun a month, half for the rent, rest for the cab when i actually missed sleep
mouth tasted like cigarettes, really started getting fed up of the guys that rue
no cap, didn’t have sh~t to start recording a track
kept writing, sunny days but i had a knack
flew to gcc i had to work
find my moms business that something that no one had
saw these rich kids chilling w rovers poppin tags
mark my words imma be back soon step outta urus n tell em this is called riches to rags
haah you n me, we’re not a team, me n man we’re definitely huntin , coz while you pr~cks pinging girls , eating n dumping hanging yo life on the line
i carried the burden and burned all the remorse
while u wished for it i quit my 9~5 got me this attitude that i can’t change
back when i worked ot for lame ass pay
sleep n the sales they got me all cray
whatever i did i did with aim
i did for progress i set my own ways
while you gimcracks sit there arrogant with your gormless traits
make em.bob heads and your hit they said
id rather give you stuff that gets you all vexed (take this )

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