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.xx-śn - 13 disciples كلمات الأغنية

(intro + daylyt)
so you know what i’m saying, skill is not a factor in today’s hip-hop scene

[verse 1. .śn]
climb these heights, take these turns
walking on the moon but i feel the sunburns
walking through h-ll just to chase these dreams
going through struggle just to make these earns
stuck in a den where the lions do eat
looking at my face and you’d probably see
pain in my eyes, the hunger to succeed
weighing on my brain, pressing on the line
praying that i don’t! scar my wrist, hang from a rope. jump off a cliff
life is a b-tch! but i’d cuff that trick, i’d marry that hoe
i’d give her my seed,i’d do what it takes just to never lose she
got my eyes on the prize i’m jason with the fleece
overcoming these tests that’s nothing to a king
catch your bird on the branch mann i’ll hang her from the tree

(hook)
it’s like the nights stretch too long
it’s like the day moves too fast
i’ve been looking at my future, with the hopes that i don’t crash
walk throughs to a dark past, all the times that we used to have
all the nights i was up late, putting work for that pound cake

[verse 2 . śn]
now wait! all i do is break rules
one man militia, i don’t roll with no crew
never been the crowd’s favorite
so i learnt how to stand on my own two
only speak the truth. in my tongue it’s the gospel
only black disciple. last of the twelve
i mean thirteen, history ain’t record me but that’s all good
i ain’t even tripping
n-gg-s in my ear and they spouting that bullsh-t
keep your two cents n-gg- ion wanna hear it
shut the f-ck up!
drop that pack and flip that key like a fat boy from atlanta
doing what i love, f-ck how you feel
high off life ion really need a pill
taking my time so when i shoot it’s for the kill
bury these n-gg-s under earth as they squeal

[outro]
my prayers going up to god
in the studio & i’m breaking bad
hour past twelve & i’m laying tracks

- xx sn

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