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cordae - fabev freestyle كلمات الأغنية

part i

[intro]
i’ll probably come in like, uh
yeah, uh, january 14th
get y’all sh_t together, n_gga
oh, oh, y’all really took the bait too
y’all really took the bait too, like, uh
nah, i got y’all
yeah, uh

[verse]
who would’ve ever imagined or fathomed that we would actually make it off of rapping? (uh)
i had a feeling that this all would happen (yeah)
god’s timing is perfect
the last album was about finding your purpose
this one start rewinding my verses
you’ll find a deeper message
been this way since my preconception (uh)
before a lethal weapon (yeah)
before i would tour with jarad higgins (uh)
bеfore i was trippin’
before i еxited mental prisons
before the auditions, y’all all fake
i use you n_ggas as bait, okay, that’s law eight
belief in myself, that’s raw faith (hmm)
i been seeing through y’all moves, okay, that’s spygate (uh)
i love to gamble with high stakes and learn from every loss that i take
my mistakes are beautiful
twitter n_gga in a office cubicle commentating on black music, how foolish
you must’ve just skimmed through it, how could you relate to it?
the type of n_ggas i hate, uh
worldwide tours, i be filling rooms (real)
i do it for the kids that be feeling doom (nah, for real)
uh, pills and shrooms all still consumed
pitchfork writers born with a silver spoon
this that heat seekers for the deep thinkers
i might take a trip to la leakers (uh)
i might press the b_tton and end discussion of who’s the best
under twenty_five, and lay that conversation to rest
even under thirty, i was young and dirty, gettin’ money early (uh)
hickory hill apartments, one bedroom
one bed shared with four people, no legroom
futon couch, my mom and little bro could vouch (uh)
hard times maketh man (real)
i was fifteen takin’ xans
droppin’ mixtapes and creatin’ plans
manifestation, god’s creation
my step pops was in the nation, learn moderation (uh)
learn discipline, no christmas gift
we was like, “f_ck saint nicholas,” my flow ridiculous
time is limited upon this earth
before the death and after the birth
from a bird’s_eye view, my third eye grew
for sure, i knew i was destined to do this sh_t
january fourteenth, coming sooner than expected
my mind is hectic, thoughts eclectic
at times i felt disrespected by the genre i love
uh, f_ck you n_ggas, only god can judge
january 14th, from a birds eye view
i’ll reassure what you already knew on january 14th
part ii

[intro]
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
murder, murder, murder
i see dead people

[verse]
okay, cool, uh
this is for back in the days
before the accolades, packing the stage
this fame sh_t was a slap in the face
couldn’t fathom people i idolize, rapping was fake (woo)
imagine the weight you carry from having information that could bury ’em
i’d rather not say
continue to give you the real from an accurate place
they k!ll n_ggas just for speaking the truth
a hypothermic n_gga could heal from all this f_cking heat in the booth (hot, hot, hot, hot)
the season of reaping the fruits that i labored for
a work man is worthy of his hire
i’m only inspired by legacy and early desires
i’ll admit it, i’m far from perfect
i’m shallow, but far from nervous
i get a dopamine spike for every car i purchase
what is the truth? my n_gga, we all are searching, uh
1/14, the album is soon to come (uh)
my future set in stone, my peers, i fear none (never)
straight up off the lear, it’s clear i’m tier one (haha)
your favorite artist’s catalog just tears my eardrums (stop)
please, stop the comparisons, god, it’s embarrassing
straight out of maryland
it’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon
my n_gga cam told me it’s time to take over (uh)
my n_gga ean styles and drives a range rover (skrrt, real)
but f_ck that, right back to it
this that hijack music
your style more common than iraq shootings (fah)
a n_gga don’t want war with me, you not that stupid
black air forces, my energy attack their sources (k!ll)
i could diss the whole rap game and fill it with corpses (boom)
and shout_out my n_gga three and curren$y, still in new orleans (for real)
i can see a war is coming, this feeling’s enormous
it’s time to k!ll these n_ggas, man (ooh)
let’s go
my catalog’s flawless, your last album was garbage (wack)
my competition’s shooting themselves, happens too often (for real)
my only regret was i couldn’t dig up your coffin
from a birds eye view, i’ll reassure what you already knew
one, two, three, four, five (ah)
i’m the best rapper under twenty_five
and this ain’t saying much, it’s no surprise
but they don’t give you your flowers ’til you die
f_ck your first week sales predictions and your failed conviction (uh)
free my n_gga mac and simba up in the prison (free sim’)
rest assured, soon, all of my n_ggas is winning
this is just the beginning
motherf_cker, i’m coming
[outro]
uh, from a birds eye view
january 14th
fasten your motherf_cking seatbelts, n_ggas
get y’all f_cking sh_t together, man
garbage_ass n_ggas
stop f_ckin’—, ooh, mmm
say less and do more
let’s get it

- cordae

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