Type of Song, Pt. II
Mamey
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This is the type of song You write to let know suckers They fucked around with the wrong Motherfucker I’ve seen tougher Dudes come out the locker We can see through your facade Talking like a master When you a slave You can try to disguise the pain But don’t matter how high you talked We can hear the chains As you walked Let your art speak And shut the f*ck up Idle comments Are stronger than brittle moments The first becomes a star The second a passing comet So don’t let me be a remainder of all the things you should’ve done Don’t let me win all the medals you know you should’ve won Don’t let me f*ck all the dimes you know you should’ve cummed Oh don’t... That can you make you bitter That can can make you litter My timelines Ignoring, I really don’t have no timelines And I’m fine Just make sure you are I mean without you I wouldn’t have made this far That’s why I can’t reply Is a must to leave in you read Full Wi-FI But I just don’t wanna regret Beget The wrong topics Like about why I’m too cocky Oh you’re lucky I don’t like to post F*ck being an artist, I’m a ghost You feel my spirit, but you don’t see me You mimic lyrics so you can hear me But I’m always around I built this from the ground Sounds Try to match my vibes Good luck trying to catch a ride On this wave YOU CAN’T F*CK WITH MAMEY Way too gifted Blisters On my brain My neurons know this not a game I have them On a 24/7 chest pump Chumps Rather go against Than jump The same rope As us Riding rented cars Bruh, we own the bus Bars so sick You feel like you in the hole I’m so sick I gave myself I cold That’s why I never had a hater in my life Maybe is coincidence but as soon as I go they arrive Still they know I Belong on a scenario full of lights I don’t f*ck with how you doings? Full of lies Positive side Of every coin Points Of view That can make real change The right crew Can make crazy people feel sane That’s why We can’t be together Pebbles Slide by With the river I’m a rock I might shiver But I don’t move I rather pick myself And break the ceiling roof Look I cook Words together so they can rhyme Make you feel chills down your spine I cannot walk a straight line My trail looks like a snake But I don’t slither I make killers Cry, and go kiss they moma Join me, I can make you stack a couple commas Then go kick it in panama Yes, mispronounced I cannot talk but I can make your mind bounce Got latinos bumping underground Rap, hip hop, pop, rock F*ck a genre And f*ck this jenga Minded folks You poke A block And all hell breaks loose Abusing power We gonna make some people life a bit sower It’s not the goal But if is between you and me You know who gotta go We made more home made films Than many people may think Is healthy Check the catalogue I may start a blog How to get wealthy Out here Making independent mainstream All clear We don’t like liars The truth shall never be quiet Black people choir The Dominican Messiah Objective, never bias Fire As I activate beast mode Let’s pray you can deep throat And swallow All this bravado We don’t follow Trends Nor play games I’m the referee The less you see The more you need That’s the reason I pick seasons To show my face I know my place I know my fate Late But always on time Never mind The colors As long they shine Mixing crimes With good deeds Creeps Wanna know How far Can I take it Which word Would I pronounce wrong? It’s cool, I don’t bother They don’t like rap But they act On bands That only do covers Brother Imma poet Pick a language Imma squeeze rhymes like a sandwich And It’s time for supper So imma blame this On the ones Who focus On the semantics Wrong tactics Dumb approach Bench warmers Drawing plays for the coach I didn’t see that coming And probably never will I just think is funny How can you stand still Shit, at least be a fan We both know I’m the one But it’s fine I don’t expect dumb chicks To click with this rap shit I don’t expect shallow dudes To give me good reviews Y’all better tell truth Even it isn’t Either way Is not like I’m going to listen I glisten Even when I don’t speak My silence speak volumes Empty podium But It’s a sold out event So I gotta say something I must represent I vent In the name of the ones Who feel low I mean Tears Can’t take one more blow Peers move fast So they make you feel slow Go At your own pace Then say F*ck this race Imma run backwards They run for approval Real life actors They don’t love themselves Don’t be mad If they don’t love you If being fake is nice Then I rather be cruel If being fake is nice Then I rather be cruel If being fake is nice Then I rather be cruel
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