Corrección Letra Until I Die par Chris Webby

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Letra

I started in the game
On the grind and I still am
All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man

Spit it real,
And treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cus they about to know the drill man

So f*ckin illy that
I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
XR 20 or 30 milligrams

Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me

Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers

Regardless of my f*ckin heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me

Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me

An alcoholic but f*ck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving a f*ck and living lavishly

On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see

I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea

Toss me on an island like f*ckin Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty

Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be

Successfull in one way or an other cus grammatically
They know no one could f*ck with my metaphorical masterpiece

Got the f*ckin Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be

I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die

Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried

Nobody f*ckin with my flow man
Modern day Conan swords swinging in both hands

Hip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherf*ckin Slow Jam

Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the f*ck down Franky Roosevelt

With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well

My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chest

I got heart, so all you motherf*ckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush

All you lame f*cks getting pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up

Shane Mosley with punches f*ckin your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up

I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die

Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried

I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I die

Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried

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