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rap fucked up - tef poe lyrics

i may appear to be an average jo…

[verse 1: tef poe]
uh… yea… tef poe… uh… yea…
war machine… 3… death is not an option…
swag… all that dumb sh-t…
f-ck hip hop… f-ck hip hop… haha

i ride for my villains, cry for my villains
die for my villains, we topple the ceilin’s
on top of my villains
on top of they shoulders i stand, shots rang out from a van
ride with my n-gga kris that’s my lesbian homegirl
that ain’t never gave a f-ck about sh-t
down when i’m poor
still be around when a n-gga get money and i’m motherf-ckin’ rich
f-ck all of these rap n-ggas
… that’s how a motherf-cker really do feel
i’ll sell my soul to the devil just to see my momma on another level
… i’m real
i’ll die for my n-gga nate and his son nas
just to see my n-gga’s son shine like the motherf-cking sun god
(uh…) rap f-cked up, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
i’m one of the young boys that’s f-ckin’ it up
got a red beam for my n-ggas smokin’ on sherm, got his motherf-ckin’ mind blown
footklan, proceed pop pills, smoke weed, in a cyclone
gettin’ head ’til i get ahead, then i get ahead from the wrath of the motherf-ckin’ po-po
caught a plane out to cuba had a talk with my n-gga makaveli, “let me borrow that fo-fo”
rap game gettin’ f-cked in the back ’til i put her in a choke hold
so, young n-gga comin’ up from the gutter got us all loco
boy, listened to biggie and thought i could do it
listened to nas and thought i could do it
listened to jeezy and thought i could do it
listened to jigga and thought i could do it
fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it

[hook: tef poe]
rap f-cked up, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
i’m one of the young boys that’s f-ckin’ it up
swag… swag… swag… uh…
rap f-cked up, n-gga we don’t give a f-ck
we part of the young boys that’s f-ckin’ it up
swag… swag… swag…
rap f-cked up, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
i’m one of the young boys that’s f-ckin’ it up
swag… swag… swag…
rap f-cked up, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
i’m one of the young boys that’s f-ckin’ it up
swag… swag… swag… uh…

[verse 2: tef poe]
it’s the return of the pistol poppin’, drug sellin’, black children livin’ with depleted options… uh…
n-gga we don’t see no runnin’ water, send a prayer to the sky but i don’t see no savior comin’… uh…
single mother turnin’ bitter, she say she don’t need no n-gga, she don’t see what she becomin’… uh…
and i’m loadin’ up for my real villains
in the whirl wind ’til the world ends
and i’m puffin’ on dro like i never did feel feelin’s
six lost souls in an all black car, roll down the window and spot ’em and send ’em to the stars
then, god tell me if there’s life on mars
footklan mercenary, die for the cause
i rock well with my n-gga rockwell
see me in pagedale in a f-ckin’ jail cell
you listened to marshall and thought i could do it
i listened to him and knew i could do it
fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it
fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it
uh…

- tef poe lyrics

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