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lyrical suspects - embrae le veen lyrics

(chorus)

this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you need
this ain’t what you need
this ain’t what you need
this ain’t what you need
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want
this ain’t what you want

kind of wild when you think it
sound just compound like some interest
big bro used to me shoot down
straight talk
said my style wasn’t hitting
(sh*t trash)
upstairs had it filed and i listened
took it wit a smile and grin
these rhymes i’m penning down wouldn’t end
time moving slow
counting, to a thousand and ten
like, i got to get the crown in end
only give a pound if we friends
no fronting from the jump
only clowns can pretend
real, not many in this town to begin wit some
enemy’s come in forms of a friendship
sometimes i get warned and just sense it
i be sitting thеre torn for a second
in my core i was surе
then boom bap something happen
this ain’t just a tune that he rapping
wit my fam embrae keep it cool until it’s cracking
don’t confuse it this ain’t just music
it’s life, really but they call it movement
look me and brae
like a fuse and light
explosion, confusion and fright
every time abusing the mic
shrapnel, catch you, some be losing they limbs
other cats be losing they sight
@embraeleveen1867 verse

uh, type to go, type to flow, type to rhyme
type of mind, hard to find, price of mine, higher than the price of wine
from a napa vine, so devine, on the line, this life, of crime
sold a nick sold a dime, bolder kind, older trying
shoulder lean shoulder crying, know you lying, hold the iron
please, these quotes of mine, freeze, like ocean line breeze
where the open mind sees, rope a dope, like muhammad ali’s
where the funk reminds me, a fortune palm tree, porcupine feet
on a tortured time leap, its the matrix, in the bas*m*nt
on a orchid pine seat, i sit and relax, living these raps
in the front or the back they giving me daps, riddle me that bat man
literally act like fans in a black white van, with the cherries on top
i been had it on lock, like d*mn, just cause i sold them grams
that’s not my mans, and them, came in a box, look like the cops
that’s still my answer then, folks, flipping like trans and them
look at his neck, n*gga don’t dance with him
i’m washing my hand with em i’m gone
weather we right or weather we wrong
we wanna be we wanna be, i’m speaking my life in all of these songs
they gonna see they gonna see

(chorus)

- embrae le veen lyrics

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