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killshots - bradak lyrics

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yeah
i think i’m a little late on this trend
and no disrespect to the legend
for using this beat
but

let just talk about how i’m mad as f-ck
with the way my situation so badly sucks
wheres the value in a buck
guess it don’t matter, cause i’m counting down
for when the lightning been struck

sick of hearing same verses
recycled like a green can, re-buying junk
why is it that, y’all act like, y’all made from metal
but nothing more than scr-p

in the yard, ain’t no smoke to settle
don’t need a substance, to get to conduct
like a train
whole life been a caboose

last name starts with w
but i’m taking double the shift
to stand out in front of ya
but time i get the credit deserved

i find myself inking like a squid, over a dumb b-tch
who used me just to get to the d-ck, (oh shit)
you ain’t even worth the stencil to my pencil
or the tip end of my none inking pen,so

want me to do it old fashion, go get the quill
so i can get to dispatching, with dis p-ssion
to diss that dumb, b-tch, ratchet
crank it down, tight

to say i still missed, tragic
but she ain’t no miss pageant

write her will, cuz i’m not just rapping
at this point, i’m white, but still mavericking (african)
say i try to act what i ain’t, but there ain’t no difference
in the walls with different paint, i’m still an activist

but what about them fake friends huh
you rode with them
but they run and tryda, go disappear
still you show em the ropes

but they do everything they say they won’t
(f-cking hypocrites)
i get it somewhat

but d-mn, you went for my leftovers
i tossed away, like a snorlax, b-tch
bor’lax, with a full rash
funny you dissed her too

she a whore with cords attached
so fool relax, just a matter of time
before she does you like she did me
f-cking upchurch looking motherf-cker

its funny before y’all started dating
she was talking bout being f.w.b
now it’s r.i.p
with the scars i bring

why is it that you’re f-cking girl that you loved so much
is hitting up me
t.b.h
but she wasn’t really a catch

f-cking up your truck cuz you mad
had bad habits cause you f-cking bad
(unknown)
(unknown)
motherf-cking yeah right i’m mad

on my 21 you try to hit me, make a swing
all because i tried made you come inside
oh what, now you wanna fight
saying cuz i check pockets looking for my phone

lame -ss b-tch, everybody knows
i gotta hanging it up close, with my f-cking foes
well guess what we ain’t friends anymore
so good to know, from that moment

day forward, send, hit forward
so the the people know
that i chose, music over fake bros
i wasted my time helping you out, with the fam

moving shit from place to place
but i didn’t get nothing in return
you didn’t want to help me when i wanted to move
so that why i don’t give a f-ck if i’m coming off as rude

wanted me to help you with your truck
but you didn’t wanna help me when i had mine

it ain’t even about that, it’s the fact that
everything you weren’t about you became
with every action that you made
such a disgrace all you been known to do is just flake

what about (heh)
those people who say they
they wanna do something, man
but all see is talking, like what the f-ck

why don’t i see action, to the pen in pad
ain’t talking no maxi pa
use to have piles sticky notes in my backpack
sitting in the back of the cl-ssroom

writing raps down
saying f-ck math, where i got an f in
cause i didn’t care bout no algebra 2
and i failed, but p-ssed the sol, gotta love school

nevertheless
i’m talking about the people who, claiming to be the best
but i don’t see the pay to the stub
which is one thing, but where’s all the music at
you ain’t got nothing to show ,so how am i supposed to judge if your dope

i say
say it with your chest
don’t spray it, (spray spray)
like windex

sorry i’m not clean, i’m explicit
don’t harp me i’m not a pot to piss in
all i know is dots connect
when i get to ripping

rugged like those zig-zag scissors
i admit i’m porous when it comes to a chorus
but i’m doing with what i can afford
still standing a visitor, going to endure

what, what, what
going to war

kicking down your doors, so your hear me crisp
like a morgue
bodies scattered all over the floors
give nobody at all the time to mourn

oh shit, think i hit a high score
but i didn’t make it to college after high school
what makes you think imma make it with a trophy now
let me tell you imma be a millionaire
by the time 30 comes around

i feel it my bones, my blood boils
just to be out and live under my own
on my tippy toes, just to match up to the height
that my cities know

back to the matter at hand
if you want it bad enough
you would make
a motherf-cking stand

quit being just another stan
i think em, would agree, that he’s had enough
with the copycats
pasting directly from his teeth

but beats me, if you really ever listen
cause i know my words hit hard
and cut like them scissors i mentioned
but you don’t know nothing bout being different

or picturing a vision and making it crypt
itching to get people to listen that i’m attacking the system

- bradak lyrics

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