Feeling it
Everything is going well But that shit a lie Theirs no come back Because you torn down Look I lost the ability to feel Because my pain lost the emotion to heal Dropping the bars Rap shining like a star Beat going far I'll eat you like a burito Because my raps are spicy like Doritos I think I shouldn't diss Because people telling me they miss me Flow like a virus Can't get it out of your head Killin your CD-4 count I don't like talkin about politics Like people who wearin wigs Government can't fix the mistakes But they created them I prefer to be local preacher Then a parliament speaker I'm Deko Niggas say I from the ghetto Because people think their lives in retro Lyrics got posture Need the right advice Because I'm in my own paradise Why people always actin racist Because they always discriminating each other Instead of loving one another People driving Polo's Because alot kids stop saying Yolo Cash in my check Life where the payroll Youngsters throwing fake gang signs Honesty always hurts I ain't no Pablo Escobar The king of cocain That makes the money rain
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@Deke thank u 🧡 messengers acting up
Everything is going well But that shit a lie Theirs no come back Because you torn down Look I lost the ability to feel Because my pain lost the emotion to heal Dropping the bars Rap shining like a star Beat going far I'll eat you like a burito Because my raps are spicy like Doritos I think I shouldn't diss Because people telling me they miss me Flow like a virus Can't get it out of your head Killin your CD-4 count I don't like talkin about politics Like people who wearin wigs Government can't fix the mistakes But they created them I prefer to be local preacher Then a parliament speaker I'm Deko Niggas say I from the ghetto Because people think their lives in retro Lyrics got posture Need the right advice Because I'm in my own paradise Why people always actin racist Because they always discriminating each other Instead of loving one another People driving Polo's Because alot kids stop saying Yolo Cash in my check Life where the payroll Youngsters throwing fake gang signs Honesty always hurts I ain't no Pablo Escobar The king of cocain That makes the money rain
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