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prova - yuri khedz lyrics

this ain’t the time to count on your sins, yuh

every motherf*ckin’ card i got: on the table
i ain’t doin’ this alone, i got voices and i’m unstable
i ain’t rushin’ to the top, matter of fact hail nato
still i putin all i got ’til i’m no longer able
scenes when i appear on the screen when i sing
i’m the best director ya seen, can’t believe this
how am i demoted to part of the common folk
i’m a joke, new car smell mixed with that pine*oak
we do what we can to try and stay afloat
never broke, except for the records that i own
in thе studio and everybody’s just stoned
whilе i be jottin’ up all the plans for the road
being told i’m the goat wasn’t my goal
only wanted to go and see a cool studio
wanted just to see how far i would go
i was bettin’ with myself, now y’all follow slow
caught a cold but i still made it to the show
they’d hate me if they knew but thankfully they don’t
i ain’t lookin’ for no gold
i ain’t tryna be like joe
i just wanna be the guy that your b*tch wanna blow
b*tch, it’s a joke
if they ever say i quit just know it’s a hoax
i would never let go
this is the whip that we ride in the city
back in the booth with a 9 and some guinness
feels like the guys will die in a minute
the sky is high and we flyin’ up in it
we want the moon as our ice and we’ll get it
all of my fabric got diamonds in linen
i am the king and it’s time to admit it
this is the end b*tch, i’m livin’ till finished
we want the moon as our ice and we’ll get it
all of my fabric got diamonds in linen
i am the king and it’s time to admit it
this is the end b*tch, i’m livin’ till finished

i get carried by fans into arenas and functions
you get carried by feats and some good production
you get carried by beefing with some random f*ck sh*t
i get carried by the ones i had carried aslan
i’m ruthless
one punch from me will leave ya toothless
douse you in gasoline till you black, draggin’
loose limbs, a nuisance, programmed to k!ll ya by computers
f*ck death, i’m prometheus’ prosecutor
asked god if anyone is better and he said no
give you all my autograph inside of your death note
and watch as i defy death easier than deathstroke
terminus agenda, i’m fear itself sinestro
pen game too easy like a simple br**ststroke
the nest broke, underground rap full of reg’ folk
waiting for me to strike like they was on deathrow
so vicious i can k!ll y’all with a pencil
i boast and brag to make most y’all mad
you datin’ a b*tch could be with a doberman
mcm don’t make plants, make a stoner mad
you ain’t even listening so it’s over man
it’s not over, man
not until i have what donald glover has
demeanor kim k, mean it’s grown an ass
emsa7 yabni keda keda deih prova bas
it’s over man
like theismann playin’ quarterback
your b*tch and her friends ain’t all of that
in fact, at the club’s where the f*ck i saw them at
style’s the one thing you know i must bring
no cap mustn’t tell lies like i was umbridge
i hide behind you chickens like i was gus fring
now lemme tell you all about this one thing
you fake your way to the top and say the bullsh*t’s done and over with
as if you ain’t a p*ssy that’ll die for some more bs
i heard the lord forgives
so lord forgive my horrid sins that i’m about to go commit
i’m coping with my boring friends that doubt that i will blow up when
i drop this tape
have the freshman class look at me like i walked in late
treat this gat like i’m p*ssin’, i c*ck, no aim
my product will go over your head like doctor dre
you sh*t so bad it could win a grammy against kendrick
i write a break*up text to rap and then send it
come back and i’m the one who they start to mention
that’s right when i said i’ll leave my mark i meant it
i just wanna leave a f*ckin’ mark on this world
so i bombed everyone except hulk on this earth
this ain’t rude
it’s just much darker
what you’re sayin’ isn’t ludacris
it’s tej parker
this is the whip that we ride in the city
back in the booth with a 9 and some guinness
feels like the guys will die in a minute
the sky is high and we flyin’ up in it
we want the moon as our ice and we’ll get it
all of my fabric got diamonds in linen
i am the king and it’s time to admit it
this is the end b*tch, i’m livin’ till finished
we want the moon as our ice and we’ll get it
all of my fabric got diamonds in linen
i am the king and it’s time to admit it
this is the end b*tch, i’m livin’ till finished

- yuri khedz lyrics

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