Entre el inconsciente y lo real
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Still... Whipping the chevy, still getting my tipped licked When I'm ready I still fall off intheparty like confetti It's still mad rappers, D. Dot Angelettis Still just as skinny as you met me Still keep it real, never will let another disrespect me For real, til deep in peace they rest me Still smoke cess cause I swear that they stress me And when I'm home a lot, keep the chrome a lot Cause even when I'm home I'm knowin' there ain't a lot of dudes That don't like the fact I'm blowin' Like some running shoes on the track I'm goin' Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewin' Don't get hemmed up, I think Timmed up Cause in my mind it's the winter time all the time I'm a grind Tell em I'm a rhyme, told em that this sing got me signed Try to put me in a box I will not stay there And if I fall I will not lay there Grown man, this is not daycare A big boy game, they do not play fair But I still keep it trill and I got this chair Still uncomfortable if cops is there My fam still dysfunctional, we not repaired Still got rhymes out the asshole Still wonder why are they mad for Cause I'm in the hood like the crack-ho diesel Ask yo people, Trey still do it for the people Ride with some inter straps your whole fucking car is illegal Still pick good over evil Still play the Jesus and it's wild cause I'm still sinning Addiction still weed-puffin, giving it to women It's still my brain ready to bust up out my skull To the mic, cause my mouth to be saying shit right They saying shit like, I don't be killing it You niggas is ridiculous, eat a dick or some syphilis Die slow, still I done sucked it up Drake tell em what the fuck is up I used to cut the porch lights on And now I cut the Porsche lights on Just to let em know their foresight's wrong Where this nigga going with that obscure ice on He a lame, I'm tryna get my mature life on I asked what happen, or whats hattenin', hattenin' Hop up out the passenger and help me back the phantom in Damn, I never got to use that in a convo Never got the chance to put you back in a condo And, and, it couldn't be more true I always meant to get you that villa in Corfu Women I pass off, and money I tore through Now all I really need is the number before 2 Is it over, tell me it isn't over They told me it was easy as I get a little older, yeah right And this is what my life outro sound like Even though Dre did it this shit don't sound right I was, born to do it, born to make bomb music I flow tight like I was born Jewish Well, actually I was born Jewish I guess at this point you could say I was born foolish (ha) Yea, what about the grammy's and the bubbly What about all my fans that be loving me, I Used to chill in them spots where the trouble be But never ended up in that menage at the Double Tree What about that girl Rita down in Basque In L.A Swear I would of never cheated on your ass But you ain't give me yo number cause them niggas got to fighting Situation got me thinking and that's when I got to writing, hmm... Change these hundreds for me cashier Cause I ain't made it but I'm better off than last year, yeah And what it look like hun' I never got to make it rain but it look like fun And, uh, a king is what I'm fit to be I don't get these niggas, they a mystery I mean they talk so quiet as if it its private And they don't ever bring that shit to me, but Man I ain't live life so wrong I said fuck a couple dudes, cause I ain't like yo song Least let me tell you why I'm this way Hold on...
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
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