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elatt - thoughts on a beat iii كلمات الأغنية

[verse: elatt]
days after the xiv
i’ve been in all black looking like an m.i.b
and for the beats that i k!lled i wish you rip
i got flair like i’m ric
homie can’t you see?
i feel like biggie in that suv
but i’m moving so fast boy you can’t shoot me
too smart boy you can’t-fool me
do you boy you can’t do me
homie can’t you see you don’t get it
so sick need a medic
ea made a fire tape and he ain’t gonna sell it?
he be f-cking up the game and he ain’t gonna wed it?
how the h-ll he even rapping he got 18 credits
well i’m a beast period
you think i ain’t the truth then my homie you delirious
i’m turning to 23 so i gotta get serious
these rappers keep coming up short like tyrion
game of thrones sh-t
you talking nonsense you might get your throat slit
my mans are on the edge, i swear they on they’re own sh-t
know your squad, know yourself, this some code sh-t
we do it cause we can boy we do it for the culture
you call these n-gg-s fly? then you’re looking at the vulture
we all about the greens, we into agriculture
you disrespect my mama then i will have to -ssault ya
look, i began to lose my faith like biggie
like i’m the best, why ain’t they f-cking with me
had dreams of kissing death just to wake up to a hickie
told baysick of my thoughts and he told me i was tripping
my faith was slipping, was feeling so annoyed
weed and p-ssy for distraction but it couldn’t fill the void
so i’m sorry to the chicks that i used just for the s-x
hope you accept the apology of the boy but
i got too many truths in the flow like
‘ea chill all these n-gg-s gonna know
all your tales, all your highs all your lows
like, like for real, how far you wanna go huh?’
it’s till my bones are buried up in a casket
whoever got the torch i’m gonna need your -ss to p-ss it
i’m feeling like the goat, b-tch i’m feeling like i’m c-ssius
i’m checking in the game and it’s time for me to cash it
this flow is gonna put me in some trouble
i’m way too honest, holding back is now a struggle
so confused mind is feeling like a puzzle
bury out these thoughts, may this mic be my shovel
and yes i love you, i’m always gonna love you
i may love another but you’ll always gonna be special
you have the purest heart, i’ll never disrespect you
i pray the guy who wins your heart will bring out the best you
godspeed but the devil is in the detail
on the train to god, but the devil is tryna derail
i check chicks out way more than i check my emails
jehovah is my strength but my weakness is females
she (c.a) bought my heart on retail, and she doesn’t even know it
i try to stay in touch but late replies can’t make me do it
how i fell for you so fast, i’ll prolly never know it
and i think i’m stuck on you cause i really can’t move forward
she’s a mystery, i can’t solve it
like who is she and what’s my problem
how did a small crush end up with me being a stalker
i gotta cut you off cause it’s messing with my culture
cause the music and religion is the only thing i need
got my henny by my bible, to the left i got my weed
but with tears in my eyes the f-ck i’m i pose to read?
the words looking blurry i’m thinking about my deceased
paid a price for my transgressions, my losses was my receipt
mama going through depression, daddy stressing bout my fees
and i’m still here writing rhymes, getting drunk and blowing trees
a distraction from the pain the only way i can proceed
as i try to plant this seed, best rhymer in the game
did the xiv, after speeding with no brakes
college life is h-lla hard so i record em during breaks
i got more flows in those than you’ll find in any lake
i’m isaac in the blessings on my first fight
my brother brought a bowl of weed just so he can have my birth rite, i can’t trust, can’t believe in love at first sight
i only fall for chicks if they’re witty or their skirt tight
i don’t need no partner, riding solo on my dirt bike
i know no chick that hates me, (boy i think your ex might,)
d-mn i think my ex might
we gotta make up, bout to book me on the next flight
but despite all the tears i made you shed
i know we’ll make peace when we meet again ahead
i’m laying on the couch h-lla problems in my head
i let a chick sleep in my room, and she puked all on the bed
mehn i’m living on the edge and i’m tryna find my balance
thoughts on a beat gave you my thoughts with my talents
few n-gg-s i would die for, not n-gg-s they my brothers
heading to the top, this music sh-t will be my ladder
i’m the most slept on, every song is my best song
with a halo on my head and a demon on my left arm
and when my reign begins just know it’ll be the worst storm
a product of graduation like i’m mr. kanye west’s son
i feel like i’m the next one
flow smoother than a teflon
your flow too dry better get your flow some revlon
kris sent a sad beat for a n-gg- to go flex on
figure me out, soon you’ll see that i’m the best one. p.sy

- elatt

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