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akuma - dylan hall lyrics

[intro: dylan hall]
man you already know what the f*ck goin’ on bruh
look!

[chorus: dylan hall]
i ain’t no shooter
i ain’t hittin’ n0body with rugers
i just throw punchlines, mastered the fist like your boy here ak*ma
let me show these n*ggas’ how to buss down
if you don’t know let me show em’ how
gotta make sure all my struggles worth it
all you gon’ hear after my round is.. (perfect)

[verse: dylan hall]
all these other rappers are a nuisance
i’m makin’ dollars off my two cents
you keep it one hundred i keep it a billion (yuh)
they think they at the top until they touch the ceilin’ (yuh)
when these freakin’ people gonna realize? (realize)
i’m spittin’ truth in a world full of lies
they say mask off but they in disguise i was raised in the sewer like a n*gga pennywise*uh (d*mn)

they want war well i’m kratos
i send my punchlines to k.o
gotta say these n*ggas’ is embarrassin’ i spit fire n’ never burn i’m a targaryen
the beast is comin’ out boy is a ginger [?]
i’m ballin’ like im in 2k this n*gga’ got on a [?]
my dreams are becomin’ movies i didn’t know they were 3d
trackin’ sides in a la liga now n*gga’s callin me stevie (like augh)
if you think we even
then i guess it’s time i beat the odds (ughh)
only time you’ll see me clashin (yuh)
is if it’s with the freakin’ gods. (gods)
i look in the mirror (what?)
and say that i’m not this
but this my final fantasy
like a n*gga freakin’ noctis (woah)

[chorus: dylan hall & anonymuz]
i ain’t no shooter (shooter)
i ain’t hittin’ n0body with rugers
i just throw punchlines (yeah), mastered the fist like your boy here ak*ma
let me show these n*ggas’ how to buss down
if you don’t know let me show em’ how
gotta make sure all my struggles worth it (lord noctis)
all you gon’ hear after my round is.. (perfect)

[verse: anonymuz]
bring the heat like it’s summer time boy
i feel like micky arison so miss me with comparisons to others i void
this sh*t can get embarrassin’ and i ain’t bein’ arrogant i’m signing death*notes with an underline boy
and they wonder why n*ggas act different (huh)
what if i pick up actin’ n’..
i mimic you b*tch i’m being cynical movin’ with the other guys i would crack quickest (well..)
bassheads in the bas*m*nt (bas*m*nt)
hear the bass’ n*ggas play dead. (play dead)
i don’t wanna link b*tch i ain’t a bracelet had the people screaming “yo you heard the sh*t that they said?”
n*gga play it for me, play it back (play it back!)
i be rich and i be slayin’ tracks (i be*)
i be ratin’ i been waitin’ for the day to snap
i be patient because i ain’t really a doctor but i know just how to operate when everybody stayin’ back
back, back, back, back up
black mask black ass truck
bad, bad, bad, bad luck
wrath match san tan luau (r.i.p)
i be in the cut and it’s a scary sight
mean it when i say it n*gga, very nice
never even leave the cemetery boy you know i work the graveyard shift the way i bury mics
it’s k!lla

[outro: dylan hall & anonymuz]
i ain’t no shooter (shooters)
i ain’t hittin’ n0body with rugers
i just throw punchlines, mastered the fist like your boy here ak*ma
let me show these n*ggas’ how to buss down
if you don’t know let me show em’ how
gotta make sure all my struggles worth it
all you gon’ hear after my round is.. (perfect)

- dylan hall lyrics

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