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micah j ( shorty spitz) - true vent كلمات الأغنية

black white yellow skin but my neck red
grew up bruised up till my flesh bled
now i bleed on these beats treble clef red
record labels sleeping on me i’ll give them death bed
i ain’t even making rap money
everybody’s getting famous off of trap money
but i ain’t ever chasing brown paper bag money
i’ll just stick a dealer for my n-ggas who don’t have money
who’s to say whats the definition off talent
when all of these new n-ggas just blatantly never have it
like 5pm in houston i’m wrecking all through this traffic
with a rifle in the back and i bet you it’s automatic
i can see through your rhymes and tell you’re b-tch-made
illuminati rappers so risque
i’m that same yellow n-gga with the sl!ck fade
spreading sick rhymes boy a motherf-cker spits aids
spit truth like catholics in confession
the lord gave me talent as a weapon
and i was taught that to have it is a blessing
but don’t ever get it twisted i ain’t p-ssive with aggression
shoot! i swear to god i’m gonna shoot
i swear to god i’m gonna shoot
got a bible in the booth
i keep a bible in the booth
reading mark john and luke
im reading mark john and luke
i heard the devil push a coupe
yeah the devil push a coupe
m4 and my boots
to fallen troops i salute
everybody wants a rapper that’s going to keep it real
so why the f-ck can’t a young n-gga ink a deal
any rapper that’s a float i’m going to sink or k!ll
and make you f-ckers double take who think is ill
g-ssed up going further than a hybrid
the bible says jesus wept just as i did
and my life against this music is what i bid
i suggest you open up your motherf-cking eyelids

real n-gga what’s up

- micah j shorty spitz

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