Corrección Letra I’LL ADMIT par Ham Sandwich (USA)

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They know it takes two, but they never wanna tango with him
Get wrapped up and shipped out, you try to tangle with him
Cuz it's Bermuda to any n***a try anglin him
Left him so holy you'd think he had an angel with him

And he'd better had an angel with him
Or for the rest of time, he gettin angel visions
Face down, floating freshwater with the angelfishes
So many bars in my notepad, it's a paper prison

I see em writing bout metal they never held, that's paper clippin
I write about sh*t I'd never tell to anybody
Cuz you don't know mе, and trust me, I done saw a lot of sh*t
When wе was going through the times we ain't had any money

There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
See I usually dial it back, if sh*t is gettin scary
I was reciting lines the other day into a mirror
Had to call a priest, I f**ked around and summoned bloody mary

There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
Cuz I gotta add some humor to the sh*t that I carry
And I gotta plant a new flower for everything that I bury
And I gotta stay lookin sharp for the woman I'll marry

But lately I been so focused on the grind that my teeth hurt
And I can feel the pain, every time I spit each verse
Each word, reaching out to the bleachers, cuz my knees hurt
But I still got enough left in me to get to each serve
Sitting eastward, 5AM watching the sunrise
Hoping one day, that I can look into my son's eyes
And tell him it was worth it
All the sleepless nights writing verses
All the demon fights and the curses

First thing I'mma do is buy my momma a Birkin
To make up for all the money I took out of her purses
And get my dad a new space to work in
Cuz my parents have put well over a century of work in

And seen no return
But that's the risk you take
And they adopted me knowing full well it's a sh*tty shake
See most black orphans never see the light of day
They just kinda fade into the concrete of the cityscape

How many black babies been aborted cuz they parents couldn't afford it
It's an epidemic, I'm not finna lie, I got survivor's guilt
I find the will to move on, feeling pressured to be a success story
So the lives of the next generation can be less gory
I'm tryna build

Something I can leave behind
And keep em out of the field
Conviction, laid between each rhyme
The haters don't get my appeal
But I know they see me climb
And my people see me feel
And they wanna see me shine

And I think it's about time
We start moving from porches to porcelain
Pockets full of corpses gettin corpulent
Tryna live to see the metamorphosis
Of this career, ignite the fire and I'm torchin it

One hand on the wheel, and I'm flooring it
With a bad b*t*h in pa**enger built like Lilith and Morrigan
At the same time, see she's sorta thick but also sorta thin
Taking dubs, where all these other n***as only sorta win
I look down the field and know I'm sure to win

Money flowing like water how it's pouring in
But I seen mad n***as parched for the parchment, paper chasing
And draining energy till there's nothing more to give
I seen too many ghost towns, like Oregon

It's like these n***as wanna see you on the floor again
They'd sooner send us all back to hunting and foraging
Then let a single crab out the bucket, so I'm ignoring em
There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
So I don't sweat the details long as the message carries
Yeah

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