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deba - act 1 lyrics
[verse 1: deba]
young n-ggas got patience
little man got cases
shoe strings fat bracelets
started out from the bas-m-nt
f-ck i need with your car, f-ck i need with your b-tches
counting up the big digits
don’t you know that i’m in this
it’s been a long winter sitting in cl-sses without a purpose
writing inside my binder, repeating my many verses to perfection
summertime is coming great and man
i need to show the world that i belong right where i stand
so they ask me what’s my plan? how the f-ck i’m gonna make it
i’m 15 from the northside of chicago who you playing
with that same old look and that same old flow
if you ain’t coming from the south then we ain’t hearing what you saying
so sitting and contemplating what the h-ll i’m gonna do
i came to the hardest sh-t and i need to speak the truth
ain’t no roly on my wrist or my pinky for all to see
ain’t no benz in the garage cause we pushing an odyssey
and i never gave a roof to these b-tches like paula deen (deen deen deen)
milk out the carton i used to drink
and i’m strong for that, and i know i’m never looking back
but even if i did, i wouldn’t really give a d-mn or cr-p
not to disrespect a n-gga, i’m just so prefetch my n-gga
long j’s people just looking for tips (like they clipping)
if you get it you get it it’s simple
my astronomical thoughts i can channel inside the pencil
my focus on the objective like ghandi inside a temple
painting pictures with syllables, f-ck i need with a stencil
slowly building my resume add to my credentials
my flow so sweet i got cavities call it rappers with dental
burying instrumentals
sitting nice in a rental
i’m hot so call me a kettle
i’m parallel to the devil (ahh!)
i’m having dreams of the other side
telling me that if i finally get my words to rhyme
then one day i could finally get my wrist to shine
that’s pretty tight but i’d be pretty hard to recognize
father can i testify, i just wanna touch the sky
like yeezy, new rappers ain’t cr-p and they lyrics be cheesy
trynna get all of my wishes no bottles or genies
n-ggas telling me to get it i’m like n-gga it’s so wheezy
feel it in my rebronto. kids looking for kids up in chicago
[{n-ggas still trynna reach to the top floor
f-ck i look like trynna buy a pic-sso?}]
n-ggas roll the barracks so, maybe the new things could have hope
(repeat [{}] once)
(long monologue i’ll take care of later)
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