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b-rent (ky) – royal كلمات اغاني

(1st verse: b_rent)

i’ve been dyin for this rap sh_t all my f_ckin life
defyin all this wack sh_t till i hit my rise
kickin out that trash bin, i don’t need that sh_t
cause i’m on the f_ckin climb, and i’m comin for your eyes and i’m k!llin all these lines
like i’m throwing out mines cause i’ll blow your f_ckin mind
i’ve been tested so much i already know the f_ckin cheat codes
b_rent going beast mode, i don’t need no co sign
i’m hard as f_ck in my mind, i’m the piece you won’t find
at this point in my life, i’m just vibin i’m just writin, i’m just livin my life
ain’t tryna worry bout when this rap sh_tll take off
but we on the f_ckin rise so strap your seats for lift off
i’m done with the 9 to 5, i can’t do this sh_t
i’ve lost all my f_cking drive, i gotta loosе this sh_t
but with max on my side imma k!ll these f_ckin rhymеs
cause i found the sign that i’ll devote my life to
this music sh_t, imma b_tch, but imma make y’all admit, that i’m a g, next level, imma be the next motherf_ckin king in this sh_t
i was born for this sh_t, i was built for this sh_t, and if you still ain’t heard my sh_t, then f_ck you, go suck a d_ck
i’m just being honest, ain’t got time, i gotta rhyme, to pay to my bills on time, i can’t worry about my f_ckin prime

that’s the bullsh_t that twitter spits, it’s ridiculous, they’re infamous
they want these rappers to f_ckin sound like kayne on their first f_cking day, this sh_ts drivin me insane, i got so much sh_t to say, but my bars runnin out, so let me point this sh_t out
i’m f_ckin trapped in these lines
i’m f_ckin trapped in these rhymes
ain’t got no other goals in life, except k!llin these f_ckin beats and f_ckin every girl i meet
i’m just playin bout that last line, but raps always on my mind, i can’t get it out, i can’t get myself out, of the slump i found myself in, i wanna begin again, but sometimes life’s just gotta end
so i guess i’ll dig myself a grave and bury all these f_ckin beats

(2nd verse: mista max)

(they can’t f_ck this this)

this ain’t nothin to f_ck with
on some wu_tang clan sh_t
i sky rocket into the moon
it ain’t land since
get the bands b_tch
on my bread, no sandwich
you ain’t makin money
that don’t make no d_mn sense
sayin all the greasy sh_t homie
you ain’t got me convinced
they hate to see my exist
feel like the world what i’m against
i’m real like my bills, for real
you chumps counterfeit
this that timeless sh_t
that can’t n0body stop me sh_t
i’m on the next episode like the doc
i’ve built my hustle from the rocks
tell them rappers close down shop
can’t resp_wn if you die, like black ops
only one shot
better never fall dawg
go and get your refund
to a dollar from a dime
that guala in my pockets is what i gotta provide
if you can’t take the heat up
in the kitchen you’ll get fried
ain’t no seatbelt for this life
prepare for the ride
yea, me and b_rent on this b_tch
mof_ckers can’t catch up
(woah, woah, woah)
it’s too late now
droppin bombs on y’all
(droppin bombs)
yea

- b rent ky

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