CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Sincerely Yours (Freestyle)
(Logic)
Villain, yeah
Okay, I’m sittin’ here in the kitchen
Drugged out on sh*t, that I can’t even list it
Seems like my vision appears to be in this
Missionary position
You freakin’ scared that I’m spittin’ so many words, that you took my dictionary and hid it
I never cared if you b*t*hes didn’t like the sound I give
You say to watch my mouth with the sh*t that I went around and said
But when I was just a kid, I tried to learn the alphabet
So now I can use words as a weapons and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I’m not tryna get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y’all don’t play along
b*t*hin’ all the pain I caused, waitin’ for the day I fall
I’ll just take up all this f**kin’ hate and try to break it off
Say what you just like you ugly b*t*h, I’m not afraid of y’all
You can evеn raise the bar, say that I’m an alcohol-ic
Wow, amazing job, you can evеn state the obvious, that’s my greatest flaw
How are b*t*hes callin’ me a clown, when you’re the one with five pounds of f**kin’ make up on
But I ain’t playin’ soft, y’all the ones who paints nails
I’m the one who spits fire every time I raise hell
See y’all complainin’ when one of your records ain’t sell
Funny, ‘cause none of sh*t ever sold since age twelve
But do I b*t*h about it? Yeah, but I ain’t stoppin’ now
What else can I talk about when half of y’all are walkin’ out
Y’all bunch of cottonmouths tryna start a problem now
Talkin’ sh*t when I am not around and I’ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but I’m glad he’s still givin’ to fans
We need more rappers like him, Hopsin and Joyner
I bet if we took like 80 percent of upcomin’ rappers and made ‘em hear the tracks that they would spit
I’d bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen and try to be significantly different, just picture it
A bunch of people inspired by rappers who do give a sh*t about the game we livin’ in
sh*t is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these rappers now consider it
Villain, yeah
Okay, I’m sittin’ here in the kitchen
Drugged out on sh*t, that I can’t even list it
Seems like my vision appears to be in this
Missionary position
You freakin’ scared that I’m spittin’ so many words, that you took my dictionary and hid it
I never cared if you b*t*hes didn’t like the sound I give
You say to watch my mouth with the sh*t that I went around and said
But when I was just a kid, I tried to learn the alphabet
So now I can use words as a weapons and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I’m not tryna get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y’all don’t play along
b*t*hin’ all the pain I caused, waitin’ for the day I fall
I’ll just take up all this f**kin’ hate and try to break it off
Say what you just like you ugly b*t*h, I’m not afraid of y’all
You can evеn raise the bar, say that I’m an alcohol-ic
Wow, amazing job, you can evеn state the obvious, that’s my greatest flaw
How are b*t*hes callin’ me a clown, when you’re the one with five pounds of f**kin’ make up on
But I ain’t playin’ soft, y’all the ones who paints nails
I’m the one who spits fire every time I raise hell
See y’all complainin’ when one of your records ain’t sell
Funny, ‘cause none of sh*t ever sold since age twelve
But do I b*t*h about it? Yeah, but I ain’t stoppin’ now
What else can I talk about when half of y’all are walkin’ out
Y’all bunch of cottonmouths tryna start a problem now
Talkin’ sh*t when I am not around and I’ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but I’m glad he’s still givin’ to fans
We need more rappers like him, Hopsin and Joyner
I bet if we took like 80 percent of upcomin’ rappers and made ‘em hear the tracks that they would spit
I’d bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen and try to be significantly different, just picture it
A bunch of people inspired by rappers who do give a sh*t about the game we livin’ in
sh*t is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these rappers now consider it
