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lirik lagu midknyte - a ghetto poem

part i

[intro]
ima be real yall
don’t ever let some f~ckass b~tch tell you ain’t nun
keep yo head down, work on yo sh~t and surround yourself with no snakes
‘cause, y’know, half them folks you f~ck with are all fakes, all snakes bruh
tryna lie to you about yo~ stu~ sh~t, and
just keep your head up but yo dreams up
that’s some real talk right there
real sh~t
(turn it up)

[verse]
trust me, i don’t spray and pray
if i shoot my shot, you gon’ lay in a grave
f~ck 6, you gon’ be 8 feet deep today
my sticks will make you bleed heat, you better pray
i’m happy i can’t relate to that b~tch
and i ain’t gonna snitch
and i ain’t gonna miss
but i gotta say, by the way, that hate, ima diss
your fate is an abyss
my fate is in a list
it was made from the rich
i got paid to just hit
i painted my wrist
a fatal mistake
you painted yo stick
orange on thе muzzle
shush, it’s all subtle
i rate it about 6
you insanе about yo b~tch
i’m insane about my bricks
you play with the tricks
i rob the bank, run away
and take all the sh~t
bury these b~tches, like, rest in p~ss
i’m scary with intentions, ay, f~ck you chris
chariot of wishes, lies, like yo diss
very ambiguous, dude, just harbor it
uh
and i be going hard
ball so much, i’m in foreign cars
nah
i’m broke as sh~t
i never owned no sh~t
i never owned no bricks
so i can never flip (flip, flip, flip)
[interlude]
(ay b~tch, whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?
run allat sh~t
run allat sh~t!)

part ii

[verse]
f~ck it up with a beat switch
i wanna beat it
i wanna sock it in it’s noggin’
i wanna see red
see, the beat had no street cred
so we had to torture him until
he wanna be dead
roman candle, i’ll turn his block into a lightshow
“you’re an assh0l~”, all that talk but it’s alright, ho
yea
i just be saying sh~t
you don’t know if i’m really dangerous
i got a f~cking major hit
so icy, i call it a glacier wrist
all this fame i’ma savor it
married to the game in a way, but, she my favorite
raised in the boondocks i’ma pay her chips
bring a boom box, i’ma serenade that b~tch
i’m jack the ripper
i was raised in the villa
came from gorillas
banging on his chest
i might bang in his chest
just to k!ll ya
it’s too vanilla
dine and dash leave the check fast
just to bill ya
that’s the real ya
doesn’t that sound familiar?
i’ll write yo name in my list
cause i’m still a realer b~tch
than you banana peelers is
i’m a winner, finna go apesh~t
i’ma born sinner i took eight hits
yea
[outro]
chronological
i’ma chronic, got some compton moves
since the chronic i’ma get to popping you
popping you, you might get hopping too
interrupt the barbeque, i’ma f~cking stop and shoot
pop a hot in you
better cop a noose ‘fore i get to cropping you
what i would do if i was you
don’t let me rob yo shoes
and harbor new some garden tools
i’m tired of views
nah i’m just tired of you
i used to admire you
but now i’m in denial too
i don’t desire you
only if i knew
but, i knew

- lirik lagu midknyte

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