Letra de BICURY - Daylyt

“It’s go time. That’s what I’m on, bro, I’m-

I’m doin’ today- I- I tried to make today the ‘rap-rap day’

(What was the other days?)

Yeah I tried to…

…on everything. Oh, it’s go time. That’s what I’m on”

Collard greens helped a lot of dreams

Hip-hop savior I shell but don't see the policy

The policy is a lot of keys to unlock what they adore / a door

Inside a room filled with a lot of trees

I stick to what God said, I don't try to leave

Be fruitful as a promised deed

The Garden of Eden tying the plot of Eve

Hold a lot of demons

Put them in Hell, yet I ain't try to breathe

And since I retrieve

Lead to a plot of war still wouldn't help your buzz

I'm not appeased, devils I'll box you all without wallabies

It's not as eased to jot as Jesus

Never shake hands with those who show with rotten sleeves

They Harlem Globetrotter, trick-shotting dishonesty

The problem be a morning in time of grieving

Get by the evening, odd or even

Back to the block play, who gon' try the defense?

Deep in pot of steaming, hard rock, whipping up lot of fiends

Gas cut, so a halfway rock

The pot look like cottage cheese

So I try to freeze it, breakin' down powder push

Just to hop my G's up

White boy evil, we sold the block to Frieza crop

The cream of the crop just to rock the team up

Glocks and beamers inside the Beamer

Lockers, guard fighting for his life, but we ain't cop Akitas

Cop a key, proper wrap dry

State to state clock of teasers

Time running shorter

Known with a Rolex, that's an awkward feature

This the shit the block would teach us

Money or clout, buzzing can't stop the leeches

Haters come out the bleachers

They out for preachers, pastors, family car wash pot and deacons

The doubtin' deepens

Youth fountain leaking, heal like a mountain peaking

Down the creek, frowned and reeking

Your inner geek profound to speaking

Surrounded by a town of cheating

Glock gave him side holes, but no sound of freaking

Pound to keep it tucked in the waist

This place is a town beacon without a bird mouth

103rd house, shots ring you down you leaking

Ground you sleep in town, knew you for pounds you keeping

Cops raid you; surround you, canine hound you frequent

Law they lay it down, but peep this

Breaching for feds the home of adrenochrome

Subpoena home, Silk Road is the penal code

But now I'm speaking style where we sit

Blooded like FEMA code

Dump the Nina but don't get shit, the prenup bowl

Broken house got me thuggin'

My crown is weakened by all this beef I'm faking

And GMO that's the G I'm on

Ouija board just to free the soul

The clouds is breeching out of reaches

Lead ya with every sub, fingerprints clean a poll

Prowling steepens

Eagle high, ego low, body down the creek is drowned and reeking

Must recover the ID profile, the features

The sound of detours, wrong way

Could be a long day, you Al B. Sures have been outted recent

Bar back by the bar, they say my style the precinct

Lyt came in and out to reset

Right under my wing is where you bow/'bout to be sent

The best to ever live before an album he just

In a space with you coward, rejects

This how I renown my respect

Go

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