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“Shottas” 90’s Boom Baps beat remix
- Late night, travvyboy was boardin’ on the train,
- Kinda boring it was pouring nothin’ different than the same,
- Lookin’ to his right, staring sees him start to go insane,
- Yellin’ bullshit he be seein’ demons talkin’ in his brain,
- *Shit, a true story*
- Rooted in subconscious, It’s untamed, it’s killin’ him he’s unresponsive and in pain,
- So I cracked him in his face and knocked out all his teeth in vain,
- Stayed the same my visions blurry nothing here has even changed,
- Do a kegstand til’ I die so maybe I can die in peace,
- Desire, fire in my chest, designer finding what I’m tryna be,
- I’m Kinda fine with rockin’ finer things, its kyries, or designer tee’s,
- I’m dancin’ dirty on the table Patrick Swazi, I’m a party fiend,
- Wait is this JT?
- Yeah bitch,
- Now I’m litty I’m legit in sync legitimately in my City Boston,
- Win it’s literally, dirty water, flowin’ out the faucet,
- Figuritvely, Ride or die, we steal the series,
- Seriously it’s papi screamin’ out on Yawkee
- This is our fuckin’ city
- Til’ we droppin’
- What the fuck, lemme get it poppin’
- Give a diagnostic,
- Got a fever 103, infected guess that I’m bubonic,
- Shit I lost it,
- Oh I found it, but you dropped it,
- Call the ref I see you floppin’
- Not respondin’ to this logic,
- See, these idiots, they speed and ditch, illiterate, their game is shit,
- They spittin’ for, the fame legit, I stayed the same, No hypocrite
- Yeah,
- And I know that this beat hits,
- Got my setup on god, shoutout mom and saint nick,
- Lots of changes had to get up, with the one’s I came in with,
- Got bangers for your wishlist,
- Swisher sweet like Swiss miss,
- I’ll bring em’ down your chimney, cookies Christmas
- Yeah I got a treat,
- Like I’m santa Travvyboy I christen beats and then I’m gone a murder story called the judge the judge is God he banished me to purgatory, spit this fast I make the shitlist autobahn I’m over 40 over, win the race, royale on 40, sip a 40, with ya shorty, cuz you know you cannot keep the pace
- I been up and I been slappin’ since I came up in this place,
- I been maddened can’t escape my head I’m trapped inside this phase,
- Saddened maybe one day I’ll wake up, escape to better days,
- Somewhere I can stay awake and out of sleep, the devil’s gaze,
- Lay awake at night i try and fight it every fuckin’ day,
- I feel it’s coming over me, it’s tucked away and wants to stay,
- Man what’s at stake,
- All we eat is steak and never ask, there’s no debate,
- Tainted water out in flint the kids deserve a better fate,
- Unsustainable our days our numbered if we do not change,
- I’m fuckin gassed I gasp for air, I feel my lungs exfoliate
- *gasp*
- On some real shit,
- That’s the fastest I gone yet, but my boop bap it’s a straight fact, I been runnin’, speedy kid
- Move in silence mind is violent virus, choose to plead the fifth,
- I ain’t got much milage, young and filled with booze and ignorance,
- I be breaking all the limits speeding, spittin’ gibberish,
- Watch me break it down just like I’m breakin’ down a brick,
- Watch me break it down so nice like shoenice drinkin’ fifths,
- Tryna get it poppin’ like its Drizzy droppin’ in the 6,
- I’m timeless searching for asylum wildin’ while I’m rhyming,
- Different flows and different timings, I’m a tyrant I’m the king,
- DJ Khalid it’d be valid to say all I do is win,
- New beginnings different findings, finding out who’s really in,
- I been betting like it’s billiards making billions bap is bling and now it’s really setting in I’m in this bitch from now until the end,
- Ooh,
- Yeah,
- I been rappin’ like a robot call me CP3,
- Been lookin’ for relief, anxiety, toke CBD,
- I got the gang with me, we woke and toke insanity,
- Rich forever trappin’ early mornin’, quarter til 3,
- I ain’t been myself but I ain’t got time to weep,
- Done and over take a rest so I can smoke my keef and peace,
- You just witnessed murder on the beat so that’s your queue to leave,
- I don’t never dodge and weave,
- I Spit it to your face, behind a back that my pet peeve,
- Take it up a notch, I gotta stop, I’m running out of beat,
- Fakes they talk a lot, I’m sendin’ shots it’s on repeat, I’m done it’s over now it’s time to rest my head and go to sleep
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