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Kaydy Cain

On Mute

 

On Mute


(Ay, look)

I never said a word
I let the music do the chat
Quieren el cheese son par de rats
Viaje a Madrid en busca de racks
I was stuck up in the mud
Ahora me piden par de raps
What's your budget for a verse
Barras caras de comprar

I told mumsy I'm a rapper I don't need no school degrees
My granny found a package in my room it weren't for me are
I used to sit in school counting seconds weren't for me
My lady has more drip than all the 7 seas

Same brothers used to hate me now they wanna hang with me
Cah they see I'm making Ps
But they can't see what I had to see
Brothers changing for the cheese
All the parties I had to miss
I was busy banging tunes
When you were busy getting lit

I'm the only sav
Cah when I rap I murder beats
My bro the only sav
When we talking about the fiends
We used to sit and bag up
And it weren't for taking trips
The little kids have grown up
We're the ones that got the drip

That's for all the night we worked
When you were busy chasing chicks
Had to burn a couple bridges
Not the one in New York, Queens
D.A.B my ting don't miss
You can choose the ting I mean
Since young I've been a baller
En mi espalda el 23

I've still not got Corona
Still got rhythms for the night
Couple Kinder boxes
Inside of them there's not a prize
Me and gang like Men in Black
We always ride out full disguised
Sometimes I get her worried
Cuz' I ain't no normal guy

Flaco pero caigo gordo
Ratas detrás de mi queso
Ya no tengo un fajo gordo
Ahora tengo un fajo obeso
Grabo el dia de visitas
Si al final acabo preso
Si no quiero no me insistas
Perras detrás de mi hueso

No soy lo que necesitas
Baby solo dame un beso
Te lo como como pizza
No hago pesas pero peso
Sobrevivo como puedo
Si hay que venderlo lo vendo
El dinero cae del cielo
Pero hay que recogerlo

En el hood con par de shooters
Pongo a chivatos en mute
Me apuntó con la pistola
Y lo rajaron con un cutter
El pasado está olvido
Pero siempre repercute
Y ahora que ya me quitado
No me hagas que te ejecute

Si el dinero da problemas
Aquí estoy para resolverlos
No solo es ganar dinero
También hay que mantenerlo
Yo mantengo a mi familia
Esa mierda es lo primero
Tiro un trago pa' esos negros
Que llenaron de agujeros

Rest In Peace

done

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