Diop - Brooklyn - (Prod by Mr/Sabe) | Текст песни

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• Brooklyn - (Prod by Mr/Sabe)

I just wanna be what Biggie was for Brooklyn
But if you act real, them labels ain't even looking
Have no back up plans, like girls that end up hookin'
I might not be running the game but I definitely got my foot in

And that's the only reason I'm wearing these clown shoes
Take 'em off when chillin' with nigguhs who know how to make them pounds move
High expectations like I got an Asian dad
Cook my flow until it's crystallized this rappers breaking bad

I'm switching up my game hoping my fans ain't mad but,
What fans? Those just some friends that hype me
They saying I'm the best, and I think I might be
Diop you got flow and your lyrics are tight

I love every bar you drop and every beat you bite
And I'm like, thanks as long as my tracks ain't getting wacker
But the tracks that you've been liking was back when I wasn't a rapper
Thought to become good meant I had to become blacker

Thought being hood was something that really mattered
They ate up my tracks anyways I guess that I was flattered but,
I was fake I'll be the first one to admit it
Now I'm the fucking realest from the heart is where I spit it

And now them same nigguhs say my tracks they don't get it
Guess the only one that does is the nigguh who writ it
Now I AM, D to the I-O-P
That T.Dot kid with a flow from the NYC

Greatest of all time G to the -O-A-T
Kids are tryna be HOV while I'm just tryna be me

Yeah I'm just tryna be me.

Now if I kept it hood, they'd compare me to Jay-Z,
Cause I keep it real you hood nigguhs won't even play me
Feelin' like Marshal Mathers and this rap game is my Hailey
I've been fucking with this microphone now this mixtape's my baby

Running each and every track my flow it anything but lazy
No signal while I'm rapping cause my bars will never fail me
I can take your insults but your advice straight drives me crazy
I am who I set out to be, not who you FUCKERS MADE ME!

My ego full of hatred
So thanks to those who fed
I'm changing all of history
Too bad you never read it
The sky isn't the limit so fu-fuck the man who said it
This beat was so live, 'till I KA-KA-KA-KA dead it, uh

Spit and don't regret it
Competition never met it
If, Hip-Hop ever dies it's cause
This MOTHER FUCKER let it
Your respect I better get
The bar is where I set it

To those who inspired me when I get mine you'll get the credit, uh.

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