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dyme-a-duzin - legends 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(legends)
yeah
(chris ro$e gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom!)
ugh

[refrain]
ugh
some n_ggas blood and some n_ggas crip
some n_ggas thugs (and some n_ggas b_tch)
some n_ggas ain’t got nothin’, some n_ggas rich
some n_ggas spit they feelings
some n_ggas twitter their sh_t

[verse]
so g_nius saw the lyrics to see who’s realest/ this is
(big) dyme‐a startin’ drama, look what a menace he is (die)
frontin’ ’til i buck ’em and weaves and wigs’ll get split (why)
zombies? i’ll be d_mned if i let dead n_ggas live
fed cuz i looked at n_ggas as legends
’til the bread get the best of ’em
dome swollen and your forced to behead them
affiliates that i performed with is bretherns
on the bills before bills
outcasted, never forced the acceptance
they ignorin’ the effort
they don’t see that talented, combing forces is better
and of course i am better
so they feel inferior instead of workin’ together
such a rhymer’s napoleon complex (man)
i’ma keep it short and sweet, bruh, f_ck all the nonsense
i’m expressing myself freely, b_tch, this is my sh_t
heard your solo r&b tape, that sh_t was garbage
i don’t need publicity stunts, i’m lit regardless (ha)
i been runnin’ sh_t since pe, don’t get me started
n_ggas’ll rather subtweet than see me and solve it
n_ggas eating off the st__z, fam say they starvin’
rather harm me for a article i ain’t involved with
i gave the world the rebirth
same day we lost ’em
how is mine such a breeze and yours such a problem?
be f_ckin’ honest
how did all this sh_t go left?
thought we was all honorin’ the best (what?)
and postin’ it was family request
so (i’m) with my mama and my grandfather, hospital bedside
receiving tweets from weird beige with red dye
imitatin’ the dead guy (ugh)
we dealin’ with death in the truest sense
while your true colors and quotes exposin’ your true intents, sh_t (ha)
grinch f_ckin’ up my christmas and sh_t
the whackest n_ggas in the clique got all the lip ’til it’s zipped
and p_ssy n_ggas love attention, dawg
a b_tch is a b_tch
’til extendo’s hit extensions and sh_t
these are lyrical clips
holy ghost, how your spirit’ll lift
don’t want to hear no third eye, fake spiritual sh_t
no unity from jealous n_ggas in the spirit of nip
if he didn’t shed blood you wouldn’t care for a crip
n_gga movin’ on, f_ck it, never look back
escapin’ from new york a trail of corpses
couple cowards from the bush flat
all b_ttons, i push that
don’t worry ‘bout the black krown
i took that
the best in the brook since brook up in book bags
you serious?
[bridge]
when your heart is synched
when your love is lost
and you know the vibe
when you see defeat
when the war is lost
and you know inside (dead n_gga)
these lies deceive the beef
we fly the frequency
and you know the vibe
(vibe)
you know though… (i know)

- dyme a duzin

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