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comeback season - spitty lyrics

[verse]
i’m wiling off the rhetoric, effortless end to neverland
leverage from affecting the sentiments in our specimen
pessimists spread the messages end in a mess of menaces
mental who meant to mend it but men do whatev for benjamins
bentley bud and a bungalow, breaking bread with a blunt to blow
blacking off of the buzz of the beauty bills and the buffalos
bogus these flows is enormous
probably punching in on all of his recordings, it’s gorgeous
the way i compose it riding off a flow miki dora exploring
pockets cracks and crevices, evident my path intelligent
push past the past they slacking as representatives
present day perspective on a wave of exceptional talent
if you know where it’s planted, and hidden from the m-sses
master can’t let them have it, wreak havoc
they rather the weak granted the riches and baddest
i’m maddened at the legends let me down to where h-ll is
h-ll losing respective
d-mn i miss the old drake and i miss the old wayne
yeah i miss the old ‘ye old jay always
whole game flipped on a fame tip, brains make change
and lames make tasteless, b-ss h-ts
grubbing up the club for a day kid
does anybody know where trinidad james is
i’m laughing at what’s happened to be
happy to be strapped into laps of the dream
half is on a snap half is clapping with glee
either way they all trapped in the actions they fiend
consume the newest nuisance to prove you is included
to prove you is the coolest, they pool you into losing
loose possession of payroll
like every pay day you don’t know where the h-ll the pay go
strange so many live a cyclical style
maybe biblical indifferent to decisions abide by
by the way, i’m playing off a pace
that they been praying to place
beginnings came with stumbles and slouches
started from the bottom using cushions from couches
always had a vision had to work out the routing
made a little tape let the world know about me
since sixteen been spitting these sixteens
rapping till the casket got me sitting at six feet
i’m 5’ 9″ looking large than life
let the plight take flight i’m still looking for light
this one for the homies who have taken their lives
i live life knowing that through me you survive
i do it till i die i do it for the culture
vultures get shot sought out we don’t know ya
knowledge been the key to the craft
i research words to instill in my raps
it’s silly to ask me how i’m ill with my act see
carry more bars than a nestle factory

[hook]

this i have found feels like do or die
mint on the mound or they let you fly
mind over matter i’mma do this right
hear the babbling but i been on my comeback time
it’s my comeback, comeback, comeback time
comeback comeback comeback time
it’s my comeback comeback comeback time
comeback comeback comeback time

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