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lirik lagu fromthewest! – wishlist / epitaph

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[wishlist]
said you smoking purp man i should tell your mother
you ain’t tough boy, we all know that smile sh~t’s a cover
2 siblings, but this boy still tryna be a brother
and you slurring all your words, steady rapping bout some percs
i should tell… that her lil’ pampered boy talking ‘bout percocets
and bragging bout her money, and her husband’s money, what a mess
boy, you ain’t work a day in your life for that cash, you a leech, you a rat, don’t you talk bout what i have
cause i’d rather poor and worthy than be rich and useless
you in a for a burning, man i didn’t wanna do this
1 good, 11 bad, sound like your stats, jv
you concerned about a number that you’ll never ever be
x got you, you ain’t got the sk!ll to talk crazy
nepo baby, won’t take sh~t from nepo babies
huh, you joining the air force? you built for the navy
moving crazy how you touching other people
now you shakin ‘cause you’re nervous
boy making money is your only purpose
but you still worthless
cause you ain’t never working
not in school, not outside, using chatgpt for lyrics?
are you kidding?
got some nerve to be dissing now
or maybe that’s a cover
cause you bad at rapping, at the same time i ain’t stuttered
i’mma give you one chance to respond, don’t you fumble
don’t you mumble
don’t get trapped under the rubble
dad ain’t mad, but you in trouble
you can have opinions, but you went and made a claim
i responded, we admonished you to not try that again
but you wanna speak up, “going band~for~band”
you and missing, hand~in~hand, why you dissin? why you mad?
don’t you try to throw some sh~t at me, you’ll miss this
you the student, i’m the teacher, boy, you dismissed
you pouring gas up on the fire, but i’ve been lit
don’t be sad, only 7 months till christmas
maybe you should put some talent on your wishlist
maybe you should put some sk!ll on your wishlist
maybe you should put some allies on your wishlist
some bars on your wishlist, go think before you start sh~t
you can’t write back, b~tch go get a swayze
cut your hair off, you ain’t look like swayze
blaming all your teammates for your bad days, that’s crazy
but ain’t no one to blame now, can’t run, and i stay hating
hate the way that you walk
hate that way that you talk
hate the way that you speak
love the way that you’ll fall
i got connections i’m hearing it all
givin’ me ammunition while i’m burning bridges and i’m burning villains
and i’m getting better, you stay missin’
dropped madhouse, now you mad loud
wanna work now? boy you bad at business
tell me why it take the worst me for the best you
it don’t even take no effort just to best you
you crave attention, best believe this the last due
ain’t no reason to look back after i pass you
see, a b~tch steady ruining the mood
l’s, you taking l’s, boy that’s all you do
even, you ain’t getting even, boy you 0 and 2
be better, don’t you speak to me, you lose
[skit]
english man: we are gathered here today, to mourn the career flatline of [bleep]
english man: west, do you wish to give your epitaph?
fromthewest!: yes

[epitaph]
if you got money why you talkin’ bout chasing the bag?
to get success stories out of struggles you never had
i had family in the air force, so i salute your dad
i sit here strugglin’ to wonder how he produced your ass
said you got choppers in the trunk and they ready to blast?
you got some replica hueys, i just can’t with your ass
saying you better, thought that you only supported facts
“glock in the zone,” you thought you ate, man that sh~t was so bad
ay, ay, my adlibs get you moving
your adlibs got us snoozing
like boy what the f~ck are you doing?
testing me when you already losin’
better get that ghost writer quick
man, shut the f~ck up, just sit
here’s some advice that’ll help you a bit
1, 2, 3, 4, b~tch that’s the tempo
boy you off beat, get off meat, boy you been a ho
you was dissin ben for his broken leg
you rich, but yo beats broke and dead
this the epitaph, you don’t sling lead
i don’t see red, i write red
you don’t play with macs, boy you ain’t sonny
you don’t live that life, but you stay bummy
you stay running, you stay scared
you won’t write back, boy you’ve been aired
thankin baarik for this pen
it’s the reason that this beef is coming to an end


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