CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mask Off:Free Smoke Flow
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Get Twisted Sundays
Look
Two things my momma warned me never to do was steal or get dropped, yup
My partners got it out the mud so they rock bands like Slipknot
Maybe Kid Rock, either way it go, they sure they gettin' guap, why?
Because they dropped up out of school and rock some jewels that cover what tuition costs, oou
Yup, I know that it's sad, but everybody tryin' to fill a void
Hell, even me, I tried to blow the doughdy with my wodie, all I got was paranoid
That was back when I was kinda chubby, hung with wildcats, no Kentucky
I've crashed too many beats in a row for you to think I'm gettin' lucky
Can't you see the flow is God-given? Boppers see that he got God in him
So they frequently slide in my DMs and offer raw kitten
I don't trip, it ain't temptin', we both been prayin' from a distance
Well, I pray for 'em, they prey on me, we just pray a lil' different, oou
Hail Mary, full of grace, rain blessings down over me
DK took his own life, I truly hope there's a heaven for a G
Where you don't need weapons for the peace, only intercession for the streets
'Cause every song on the radio sound like they got depression on repeat, oou
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu
Or maybe it's me, maybe big Tob done grown old
This that can't stop, won't stop, B.I.G, P. Diddy Combs flow
I bridge connections like a phone pole, apply the pressure like a foam roll
These fake rappers only flip birds on TV, that's stone cold
Oou, and they shootin' artificial Ks
Where I'm from they would pull up with tools and hop out on a car like you called triple A, oou
Yeah, why me, Lord, why me?
I don't know why I crash every beat, I just do it like Nike
Fat made me hit my knee, boppers tryin' to kick it like tai chi
But there's no Ben E. King over here, can't no thotties stand by me
Oou, Google the song
Ben E. King wrote "Stand By Me", move it along
Not an absolutist or Confucius, I just hear a beat and infuse it with Psalms
I a**ume the reason they fool with the music is because it's influenced by God, oou
Yeah, every bar I spit is gospel
Lowkey extra holy, pentecostal, tryin' to cop a rollie and a castle
Give it to the homie on the block so he don't have to show me that he hustle
All that doughdy solely for that knot, bro, that's the pedagogy of the not so
Yeah, fortunate
The force is with those who don't hang around like ornaments
I bring the spirit like an organist, fake rappers fold like contortionist
Prolly 'causes they all my subordinates, tryin' to build up enough support against
Mumble rap
Get Twisted Sundays
Look
Two things my momma warned me never to do was steal or get dropped, yup
My partners got it out the mud so they rock bands like Slipknot
Maybe Kid Rock, either way it go, they sure they gettin' guap, why?
Because they dropped up out of school and rock some jewels that cover what tuition costs, oou
Yup, I know that it's sad, but everybody tryin' to fill a void
Hell, even me, I tried to blow the doughdy with my wodie, all I got was paranoid
That was back when I was kinda chubby, hung with wildcats, no Kentucky
I've crashed too many beats in a row for you to think I'm gettin' lucky
Can't you see the flow is God-given? Boppers see that he got God in him
So they frequently slide in my DMs and offer raw kitten
I don't trip, it ain't temptin', we both been prayin' from a distance
Well, I pray for 'em, they prey on me, we just pray a lil' different, oou
Hail Mary, full of grace, rain blessings down over me
DK took his own life, I truly hope there's a heaven for a G
Where you don't need weapons for the peace, only intercession for the streets
'Cause every song on the radio sound like they got depression on repeat, oou
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu
Or maybe it's me, maybe big Tob done grown old
This that can't stop, won't stop, B.I.G, P. Diddy Combs flow
I bridge connections like a phone pole, apply the pressure like a foam roll
These fake rappers only flip birds on TV, that's stone cold
Oou, and they shootin' artificial Ks
Where I'm from they would pull up with tools and hop out on a car like you called triple A, oou
Yeah, why me, Lord, why me?
I don't know why I crash every beat, I just do it like Nike
Fat made me hit my knee, boppers tryin' to kick it like tai chi
But there's no Ben E. King over here, can't no thotties stand by me
Oou, Google the song
Ben E. King wrote "Stand By Me", move it along
Not an absolutist or Confucius, I just hear a beat and infuse it with Psalms
I a**ume the reason they fool with the music is because it's influenced by God, oou
Yeah, every bar I spit is gospel
Lowkey extra holy, pentecostal, tryin' to cop a rollie and a castle
Give it to the homie on the block so he don't have to show me that he hustle
All that doughdy solely for that knot, bro, that's the pedagogy of the not so
Yeah, fortunate
The force is with those who don't hang around like ornaments
I bring the spirit like an organist, fake rappers fold like contortionist
Prolly 'causes they all my subordinates, tryin' to build up enough support against
Mumble rap
