Faces (b.k.a. Finanshall) - It's Officially Over | Текст песни

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Thing’s just ain’t the same for rappers
Used to go hard on the mic to try earn a platinum
Now it’s somn outta line that a playa got a rhyme
Not like he got somn to say more like he got time
Dude ain’t about to work nah he ain’t bout to step up
In his room changing outfits up in the mirror he gangsta
Now they equally shitty to me the club faggets
And true rappers
Boo em at a show put em down after
Now I’m back from the studio where my dude
Just couldn’t do
Shit
He swear he was all tired but listen kid
This is bout the do or die thing
So I suspect you’re the type of man
That dies tryin
And no he ain’t spoil no shit
I couldn’t allow
But I swear he posted up like I’m about to be proud
But he ain’t showed no skill
Can’t blame him for that
At least now I understand it
I was born for rap
Now it’s [over]
For you faggets who don’t know me in person
That’s to the haters on the internet boastin
Now he could talk shit when he was miles away
But hey smile at this man the frown won’t stay
Pull em out the fire like Chuck & Larry
And now they trynna kiss you on the lips like one of them faggets
And so that it don’t look like I break-up
I punch him in his face like

First me and my dame break up
Now everyday I wake up
Nobody there layin with me
John Lennon say let it be
I’ma ride alone
With the 15’s on full crackin the ground down the streets
One drink up of this potion
Like an RPG game
This bitch would never dig this purple sprite’s
Part of my frame
Never understand why I spend so much in the studio
And why I never do things her ex-boyfriends used to do
Yeah it’s [over]
No more sweet talk
If you rollin with the soft faggets
Here’s yo fork
Let me slice em like that
Bite nails then crack
Anticipate the rainfall
Watch the clouds go black
It’s a thunderstorm all weekend
Weatherman so weak
Bout to precipitate all winter
But you ain’t gotta trip
Of all the rain bout to fall you ain’t getting a drip cause it’s [over]

Things just ain’t the same for liars
Now I’m back to touch a topic that could get my car wired
I’m talkin bout the politicians, the sole suppliers
Of bullshit like they school nicknames was honey dippers
Now the date is closer
The talk is getting sicker
Dudes hoppin out with propositions
How to save the day, help the man
Change up law quicker
Prostitute flange trynna fuck with tha short leader
Hell no
You just getting em bent
And they like to get fucked up they wouldn’t pretend
But I ain’t listenin bout yo try #3
And what it’s gon be
If the ruler’s back I’m bout to get strapped
So, no you ain’t getting my vote
And I ain’t buyin if you makin it rain with federal reserve notes
And I hope some of these lines is getting a quote
Cause if not then you’re dumb as I thought and it’s


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