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013 ghetto symphony - ckblksl lyrics

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[verse 1: ckblksl]
paparazzi rappers always taking shots
you motherf*ckers soft like babies b*tts
i don’t waste bullets on messengers, i keep them for the boss
wohu wonsã hohoro aa, that’s when u get to dine with the gods
pause, lately i feel so bossy
you wanna jump on a beat with me, then n*gga you’re b*llsy
ask about me before you cross me
all those who have successfully are peacefully meditating in coffins
got homies who wanted to be me right from high school
but i’m me and no one can be me better than i do
eyes closed whenever i shoot and i never miss
so guess what, i could easily murder y’all in my drunkenness
i’m the sh*t, you boys no be tush
outlaws, we don’t f*ck with the rules
but if you think you’re the man ,know that you’re next in line to be bruised
nah, bruh, you can’t fit in my shoes
these are passed down by lions, shoo!
they claim high but my jamaican connects don’t seem to share that view
they say, success is the new revenge
a new generation of ghetto kids is about to emerge
we’ll be rocking tuxedos discussing stocks and market prices
start our own companies, nothing like splitting the profits
business empires that could stand the test of time
ghetto state of mind , if money’s up then we go climb
kcm ade me aky3, so i dey see beyond these rhymes
matses3 y3fr3 biibi pizza, i’m trying to switch from the rice
make u no talk some, borga what do you know about hardship
ashawo sef fi give you reasons to justify her actions
that lady did what she did to make sure her son don’t miss classes
came from the slums, so i saw the world through different pair of glasses
jehovah bless our mothers
we never showed up in tattered
cloths, second hand but to me and my boys those stuff were the finest
their pockets wasn’t the fattest
christ always performed his magic
so three square meal, peace and happiness something we weren’t lacking
now i’m a fully grown mosquito with grey hair
spitting metaphors, the black version of william shakespeare
f*ck a college degree, flow got scholars chewing their pen tops
these n*ggas rich but intellectually they’re all bankrupt
tell your favourite rapper i get seat …….
aah

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