una parte de mi le pertenece a las sombras, el vacío que me persigue me pide que no me esconda, me he visto soñando intentado escaparme de este cuerpo supongo que uno sabe cuando algo va mal por dentro
ese fokin vacio digalo cero veinticinco desde el noventa y ocho por esto es que siento mis latidos hoy se a lo que vengo y tu a que has venido interestelar como amstrong su primer paso darle sentido y que sentido tiene esa musica sin sentido solo escucho ruido masta hiphopas dejando un legado en un par papiros mas de enemigos que de amigos mido todo que digo quien eres tu pa que me midas con la vara que te an medido no rules no clan codigos del sigilo como ninja de la calle a mi tramontina sacandole filo si no me atinas yo si te atino escuela del rappresicion en en versos no fallo miiijo rap rafajas asi callaito por el camino sombriiiio......
Eyou rompo el beat y recien empece Yo no creo en dios, jamas le reze Aunq le reze a una persona una vez Su nombre era RA y su apellido P Ou shit, ya no se que hacer Vivo perdido con menos fe Tratando de crecer, okey Cambie los cigarros en la noche x los porros en el amanecer, otra vez Ya no se si confiar en personas Mi propia sombra me mando a la mierda Y no me impresiona Tener que saber cuando el reloj de tu vida se detiene, es saber cuando te llega tu hora. Ja
I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug Do Gianni, nigga, no Versace Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini Steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches In the spizzy runnin' up a check With them thirty-sixes and them R Kells Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales And I'm really not that impressed (at all) Me and Thirty ate off of Archdale Caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field Checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (where we at?) Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe Cuzzo finna make a mud slide He just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew It was process of elimination Now we chewin' like an overbite (eatin') Everybody so opinionated Keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't) In the gutter lane like a bowling ball Always been a Mr. Know-it-all (rollin') If you can name it, I done sold it all Fluff a oil 'caine into a soda ball Put the call in Send them country boys in them overalls (where we at with it?) Lil' dawg keep a string on him, shit, it's just protocol Headshot gang (bah), we the mafia Let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (brr) I hear everybody claimin' gang time And they don't even know what that shit mean Where we at with it? Ranned it up on the incline Maybe if I wasn't in the street full time, would've been signed Life of a Mich' con, real street shit, ain't no sitcoms (no bitches) Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk Nigga might skip bond (jump bail) Life of a Mich' con Art of rock climbin' with a zipline (bungee chord) This blood sport Jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (hell block) Life of a block bleeder, facin' life I had to risk mine (put it on the line) All these niggas cap like a Just Don (snake ass niggas) While I be in the trap with my Concreatures
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una parte de mi le pertenece a las sombras,
el vacío que me persigue me pide que no me esconda,
me he visto soñando intentado escaparme de este cuerpo
supongo que uno sabe cuando algo va mal por dentro
ese fokin vacio digalo cero veinticinco
desde el noventa y ocho por esto es que siento mis latidos
hoy se a lo que vengo y tu a que has venido
interestelar como amstrong su primer paso darle sentido
y que sentido tiene esa musica sin sentido solo escucho ruido
masta hiphopas dejando un legado en un par papiros
mas de enemigos que de amigos
mido todo que digo quien eres tu
pa que me midas con la vara que te an medido
no rules no clan codigos del sigilo
como ninja de la calle a mi tramontina sacandole filo
si no me atinas yo si te atino escuela del rappresicion
en en versos no fallo miiijo rap rafajas
asi callaito por el camino sombriiiio......
Eyou rompo el beat y recien empece
Yo no creo en dios, jamas le reze
Aunq le reze a una persona una vez
Su nombre era RA y su apellido P
Ou shit, ya no se que hacer
Vivo perdido con menos fe
Tratando de crecer, okey
Cambie los cigarros en la noche x los porros en el amanecer, otra vez
Ya no se si confiar en personas
Mi propia sombra me mando a la mierda
Y no me impresiona
Tener que saber cuando el reloj de tu vida se detiene, es saber cuando te llega tu hora. Ja
I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug
Do Gianni, nigga, no Versace
Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini
Steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches
In the spizzy runnin' up a check
With them thirty-sixes and them R Kells
Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales
And I'm really not that impressed (at all)
Me and Thirty ate off of Archdale
Caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale
Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field
Checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (where we at?)
Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe
Cuzzo finna make a mud slide
He just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew
It was process of elimination
Now we chewin' like an overbite (eatin')
Everybody so opinionated
Keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't)
In the gutter lane like a bowling ball
Always been a Mr. Know-it-all (rollin')
If you can name it, I done sold it all
Fluff a oil 'caine into a soda ball
Put the call in
Send them country boys in them overalls (where we at with it?)
Lil' dawg keep a string on him, shit, it's just protocol
Headshot gang (bah), we the mafia
Let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (brr)
I hear everybody claimin' gang time
And they don't even know what that shit mean
Where we at with it?
Ranned it up on the incline
Maybe if I wasn't in the street full time, would've been signed
Life of a Mich' con, real street shit, ain't no sitcoms (no bitches)
Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk
Nigga might skip bond (jump bail)
Life of a Mich' con
Art of rock climbin' with a zipline (bungee chord)
This blood sport
Jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (hell block)
Life of a block bleeder, facin' life
I had to risk mine (put it on the line)
All these niggas cap like a Just Don (snake ass niggas)
While I be in the trap with my Concreatures
We can run that anytime
This is straight up Flight Risk by boldy james lmao