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how i do - selfex lyrics

verse 1

neither trigger disciple nor blood on machete
i am from a hole to fill what is empty
would you bm or bentley ? sorry, i’m riding a bugatti
you take what it comes, i’m reaching what it refused
gimme some jay-z, a dunk like iguodala
send me a bad romance, i found a lady in a gala
on a fast lane, my fate, me holding the wheel
the only master, some powder for power of will
do you know me well ? bet on my face
i’m a joker, batman fell into the trap
i control the chessboard
the backboard, i‘m on call, shoot and then i score
squeezed through a life, still looking for my purpose
waiting, reflecting, inspired so i write a prose
hoes bragging, flirting ’cause i rhyme, man i’m chillin’
is your stomach aching ? no, but i’m groaning
living violence for the pursuit of prosperity
claiming happiness while everything is heavy
an escape from this world, me and my best memories
my name is self-expression, i do it for the people

verse 2

so i spit a word, fine
you spit for a gram
okay, so the girl’s mine
while you drinking some wine
ain’t enough light to be european
too tanned, f-ck it ! i’m doing my thing i stand and i beam
keep ya head up, 2pac is gone, it’s done ! what you’ve done ?
losing a battle it doesn’t mean you’re a f-cking loser
traveling all around the world, buying to a street peddler
france no elegances, over haute couture
copy me street hop, now i’m the entrepreneur
i take care of my legacy, i’ve got an enemy
am i mad ? man, tv, news, newspapers, welcome to conspiracy
wearing jordans’ jordan i’m the flyest
burj khalifa, on the rooftop, i’m the highest
first cl-ss, fast life, livin’, chilin’ in a palace
i dolo, one day i’ll get a shot, poor lil fellows are jealous
hatred decides to take the upper hand when you the illest

verse 3

everything’s got an end
me, i’m holding a pen
stories are inside of my brain
you can feel my pain
genuine style, my name in the hall of fame
your style is lame, i started and i’ll do it again
no b-tches when i’m hitting switches in a six-four
she’d put that -ss on the floor, ready for a deep throat
fresh air, i wanna flee in a sp-ceship
drifting in the air, i need more sp-ce sh-t
forever, you been hustling in a corner
a shout out to heroes, they built life for dreamers
i found the lost tape, i found the real rap
my flow, a breath in a tide place
grab a toast, celebrating hope
i’m into freedom yeah i’m the best scr-pper
don’t need a spot at the top of a sky scr-pper
haters and gossip, let me play some dope sh-t
h-ll is burning, devil’s signed your bail
an eye and a pyramid, it’s not a hieroglyph
if i stand revealing the truth i’ll be a « hero glib »
i share, can’t be seen, complaining my own sorrow
i wake up wondering: what it’ll happen tomorrow ?

- selfex lyrics

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