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will of fortune - keralanka lyrics

[intro: roheezy]
it’s like… you gotta feel me, ’cause i am the thali
and ya’ll eatin’ from me, ya feel me?

okay, keralanka put some spice on it!

[verse: roheezy]
f*ck everything they condoning
staffin’ the snakes like moses
the will of my fortune planted a bomb, how the capital game exploded
that electoral vision been bending over to masters that made the quota
ya’ll losing ya ballots, the referendum picking rappers that ain’t devoted
rapping like they daytona, if they claim they push n’ ye they bogus
all of these b*tches hate in the moment, nba topshots trading been broken
rapping the main component, they’d rather be crafting the baking soda
mix it with vinegar, so dms exploding after the fakers blow up
groupies looping, hoola hooping * stay around you in the back of the tour bus
same b*tches ‘finna laugh at the border, stay fetishizing the map outta boredom
they workin’ supply chain for salvation army in my vain
following catholic orders, faking faith with them catfishing auras
my privilege having two guardians underestimated
that family tree hold the roots of my labour
the reason i branch out today but
they gettin’ ya parent to cease taxin’ a bracket that barely has anything
while up at the top it be lottery, raffling half of it back to the charity
dystopian parody, fill me with hope and some more insincerity
know in the morning they hoping to bury me over my pedigree
still i benefit now from the air of peace
we settling down for the errors but there is no american revolution
without getting the crown to the clarity
couldn’t bare to be undervalued in my pursuit
so i’ma switch my price, raise it for the sale like a drawbridge do
lotta moves been inaudible, volume been applied as mute
now ya head spinning out the room, labels signed on account of you
insteada tell the truth they rather fake they death, affidavits fled
rappers be faking * yes, i’m rolling my eyes at animated techs
closed captions * address the talkin’, ain’t no slackin’
ya’ll bet ya bottom dollar old habits finna come out on top
when the show happen, i *(gasp)*
let the sh*t breath, then i get so eloquent with references
at the top of the inning, and yet they wonder when the ending is
i milk the game like a menace kid
and it’s just like droppin’ dimes with j lo * get it? this just the jen assist

- keralanka lyrics

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