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RTB FREESTYLE
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RTB FREESTYLE foi lançado em 21 de julho de 2024 por CA$PAR como parte do álbum RTB FREESTYLE - Single
Released21 de julho de 2024
EditoraCA$PAR
IdiomaEnglish
BPM70
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia

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Letra

Who's not thick must think
Pour up a drink with my guys on the brink of extinction
Trynna turn tracks into pink notes
Trynna leave gaff in a mink coat
Bilbo, baggin up cash in the hills, bro
Quick one might get done for murder
When I pull up with a mic on my side
And my guys in the ride fit 9 in a Werner
Worker, I'm a learner, I'm an earner
Turn up in a German with the members
Sending men to a breathless sleep
Got restless feet, and I'm blessed when I speak
Like Jesus Christ, give up my life
Only difference is I'm resurrecting the scene
Rap games fucked now, but we lucked out
I'm best on the beat
Kids rap and they think that they're hard
They love chat, no wonder they're social
Got lines when they're drunk in a bar
Any other time and they're not so vocal
While I'm sure like coastal
I'm gonna global, life of a mogul
Writing rhymes that survive and haunt MCs
So I couldn't even die if I tried
I'm a ghost full of big facts
I hit stack and rip tracks in two like a Kit Kat
Tip toe round these fake cats with my lips closed
Company gets spun, call that a diss co
I don't even say a word and the pricks know that it's game over
I wake up and piss gold
Never stressed when I jump on the set
I'm the best on a drop, you can guess what my shit sold
You can guess that, cause I'm eating right
No beef and bite or time for the rest
At 6 am wake up and ingest that
Kidney beans and rice, chicken and greens
And my cheapest price when I feed this dream is the sleep at night
Most expensive: peace of mind
Got the deepest plight and the easiest life
Cause my mum blessed me with strategic sight
When I get comfy, fly out the country
Man won't fall like leaves on strike or Humpty Dumpty
Rump a get bumpy, pump it up funky
Women don't love me, bitches won't fuck me
There's a difference — if you don't know that, you're a victim
Sit upon the riddim, say: oh my days, it's a gunshot
Oh my days, how many times have I sold my brain for the fame?
I'm a ghost but they know my face, and the foes try hate
Pro pain when my name blows
Use it as fuel cause I chose my fate
Make paper, fuck a date bro
I chase greatness, even when I lay low
Man I'm gonna lie low on a lylow with an iPhone
Writing rhymes with my eyes closed
Teas gone cold, I'm wondering why I'm stressed
Understand, I'm the best like Dido
And I'm gonna be a band — typo
I'm gonna be a brand
Big plans in my sight, so I won't grow complacent
I'm adjacent to overachievers
Chilling with Michael Jordan
That's why they call me the Red Bull champion
Thanks to the fans mans hot, more like lukewarm
I could more, used to defeat like a shoehorn
Watch this space and you'll clock what the cost is
All profit comes with a loss
Life is a race and they say it's a marathon, not a sprint
So I trot to the top like what, no pop Diddy bop
How many times did I jump on the mic, make another guys heartbeat stop?
With a different agenda
Pull up to the set and I shit on contenders
Even when I lost, man did not surrender
Rich in the end, but lit from the start
Can't sit on my ass cause I stick to the craft
Like Apocalypse Now, what you're watching is wild
I'm in Metropolis trynna topple this doubt
Greatness runs in the family like Francis Ford Coppola's child
So fear me
I'm a whole tier above guys
Snuff lies as I go clear, bitch
I go dumb for the funds
Spits facts when I rap on a track and it's done
Written by: Ben Gross, Roman Hansen, Trooh Hippi
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