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Nasty C

Let Me In

 

Let Me In

(álbum: Price City - 2015)


Hands in the air if you ain't broke
Hands in the air if you still broke
If I die I pray to God He bring me back to kill shows
To kill shows, to [?]

Get up on my ladder, I
I, I spend a night on a satellite
And I ain't coming back tonight
No I ain't coming back tonight
They made millions off this rap shit
You can't tell me that's magic
Rabbit out the hat trick, that shit
I guess I gotta go practice right?
Make a sacrifice, for the flashing lights

I've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of attitude
As long as she can walk the walk
As long as she can bark the bark
She can say a lot if she knows where to park the car
I know a lot like a valet dude
Stay on my toes like a ballet move
I graduated from the streets my nigga
Even though that ain't school
I learned how these moves made men
And this young made man made moves
I made it clear my kind of common sense is rare
I kind of sense the opposite got in common fear
So watch and stare, you might see Pac appear
They told me think out, I live out the box, you square
I had a dream that my momma wrote back
She told me stay onto your rap
Keep a hard head, break bricks at the Mario trap
And now I'm in the corner dealing with dealing this audio crack
I'm still mad at Jesus to this day
He put mom in that taxi
That seat, bullet to the dome glass pieces to the face
I don't know my mom and I'm fiending for her face
Y'all fiending for a tape?
Y'all fiending for that Price City?
That Rapsun, Blacksun, yall fiending for a taste?
Man, yall seeking for a trace?
I'm a billlion and 17 feet above this place

Get up on my ladder, I
I, I spend a night on a satellite
And I ain't coming back tonight
No I ain't coming back tonight
They made millions off this rap shit
You can't tell me that's magic
Rabbit out the hat trick, that shit
I guess I gotta go practice right?
Make a sacrifice, for the flashing lights

I've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of altitude..
As long as she don't choke at ease
And if she falls onto her knees
I hope she holds onto a tree and smokes all the leaves
I know you're listening
And if I ever go missing and disappear
Follow my footprints in the air
When you start getting lost in the fog, just call, I'm there
Bring a missile and a chair
The stories I tell when I make y'all songs
I make y'all yell when I take y'all souls
Young black angel, with a black halo
A place called hell is a place called home
'Cause I never had it easy
Nothing but a heavy letter sequence
Go against what every pastor preaching
Dreams 'fore I barely had the eat 'fore I sleep and
Goals 'fore I barely pass the defense, G-Shit
Your bullshit is irrelevant
I'm a G, not the element, separate, I'm a veteran
You're kinda Shady like Eminem
I'm on key like piano men
Fucking bitches I've never met
Been rapping since Elementary School
Started smoking heavily, then you resented me
It's cool though
I just hope you're proud of me
If you can see my footprints when the moon hits, shawty you can follow me
I bet if Cassper said this y'all would hit twitter and go wild
If AKA said it you would consider this an audio gold mine
I bet if K.O. said it, you would go on twitter and happily quote lines
But a young kid said it and you ain't gon' pay him no mind

Get up on my ladder, I
I, I spend a night on a satellite
And I ain't coming back tonight
No I ain't coming back tonight
They made millions off this rap shit
You can't tell me that's magic
Rabbit out the hat trick, that shit
I guess I gotta go practice right?
Make a sacrifice, for the flashing lights

I think I have a motto
“Live life, live life, like you hit the lotto”
You ain't gotta have a lot, yo
Just some pot, yo
Rapsun, Blacksun, the CrackBros
Coming for your back door
Matter of fact, yo

(The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in, fuck y'all, dunk on all of y'all)
The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in, fuck y'all, dunk on all of y'all
Blacksun I think we got it my nigga

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