CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : WILLY
God made me fresh
Carvello
Yeah, 931, 615, yeah
Lil Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain't gotta have the strap, I still get 'em with the rap
Hatin' Dyllie, man, you gotta be an idiot in fact
Took the monkey off then I put the city on my back, yeah (I put the city)
Country boy, but I hang around city slickers
This the shh while I got it out the kitty litter
If my brother need a dollar he gon' get a tener
Yeshua of Nazareth was not a penny pincher
How you got it out the mud and never been mudding?
Wise man know he don't really know nothing (He don't really know)
Every night I got a demon saying post somethin' (Post somethin')
It's a everyday struggle like I'm Joe Budden, yeah
I said peace to the industry, I do it alone
I'm a beast, you is Swisher Sweet, you don't want the smoke
You a tweet, I'm reality, Paris and Nicole
I know arrogance can feel like heroin inside a dome
It's imperative to get embarrassed when you hit a low
When the heritage that I inherited is all I know
I'm not American, my momma surrogate
If you got ears you can hear, then when He appear again I'm goin' home
Carvello
Yeah, 931, 615, yeah
Lil Dyllie from the bottom of the map
I ain't gotta have the strap, I still get 'em with the rap
Hatin' Dyllie, man, you gotta be an idiot in fact
Took the monkey off then I put the city on my back, yeah (I put the city)
Country boy, but I hang around city slickers
This the shh while I got it out the kitty litter
If my brother need a dollar he gon' get a tener
Yeshua of Nazareth was not a penny pincher
How you got it out the mud and never been mudding?
Wise man know he don't really know nothing (He don't really know)
Every night I got a demon saying post somethin' (Post somethin')
It's a everyday struggle like I'm Joe Budden, yeah
I said peace to the industry, I do it alone
I'm a beast, you is Swisher Sweet, you don't want the smoke
You a tweet, I'm reality, Paris and Nicole
I know arrogance can feel like heroin inside a dome
It's imperative to get embarrassed when you hit a low
When the heritage that I inherited is all I know
I'm not American, my momma surrogate
If you got ears you can hear, then when He appear again I'm goin' home