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Στη Γειτονιά (Sti Gitonia)

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Esham - Rap, Horrorcore

Στη Γειτονιά (Sti Gitonia)

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July 7, 2023.

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[Intro] I can't believe [Verse 1] I can't believe you believe all that I don't care how many streams you got, you still wack In fact, you couldn't write a rhyme to save your life That's how most rappers paid the price Remember nights like this Eddie King was saying Are these the nightmares referred to by Dana Dane? You sell out chasing after more fame Looking like I'm gon' get you sucker in them gold chains I don't care if they diamond еncrusted One look at your face and I was disgustеd You really ain't got nothing to say, let's discuss it Your head look like a balloon, I almost bust it Got no time to play, life is short like a Newport Game on a new court running a new sport Catch me out in traffic, getting money is a habit If I want it then I grab it, getting carrots like a rabbit Feels good, feels good, feels good I got old recipes that I cook still good No push, no shove, all love Everybody getting in when I show up [Chorus] Keep the vibes high, raise your glasses up Hands in the sky, wave 'em side to side (There's not a problem that I can't fix) Raise your glasses up Keep the vibes high ('Cause I can do it) Hands in the sky (Don't let it trouble your brain) Keep the vibes high (Are you ready?) Hands in the sky, wave 'em side to side [Verse 2] I don't need security, got Glock on me with the beam I can coach the game, don't need to be on no team I be having them funds, you be having some fun Don't understand my old school game, then you too young Keep that fire, make your city hot, still I ditty bop Super models suck me like a baby bottle, call that pretty top Whoa, let me get back to my flow I need something in my cup, what you want from the store Twizzler licorice, they so sick of this [?] flow sickness dripping this Always down to ride, slide for my side My glass in the sky 'cause I'm going worldwide Gotta give 'em what they want, upper echelon Rap savant, but I'm never rapping just to front Dead presidents in my pocket, and they like to haunt Benjamin Franklin passing me the blunt [Outro] I can't believe

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