Correction Paroles Beauty. par Vera Valorum

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Just ride
The beat's just right

Since in year 8
I started spitting game but it wasn't that great
But then I started playing with the treble and the bass
On a 2 week trial of Steinberb Cubase
With the free drums, I was Bricksquad & Heartbreak
And even Curtis K put me on James Blake
I'm finna draw gyal when I drop my tape
But the DJ won't give man a replay dickhead

As soft as he can
He offers his help
She opens her heart
To look into herself
It seeps through the cracks
Moonlit face and hair
He's thinking that
She's beauty itself

Riddim pon di bumper
When a badman call ya come over
And the gyaldem whine and bend over
Man I got them broads in Dover
And I got that Wesson revolver
These man are like west-end bum clarts
Wagwarn with them, I don't talk none
Burn em all with the MIDI and DAW fam

My stick talks whenever I clock mine
Dogs wanna take lives I got nine
I'm cool cat spitting that hot fire
Tryna get me sign that dot line
I be going all out when drop lines
Check my SoundCloud, I'm online
Check my bank balance, man
I'm a broke lad with notepad and a grand in the wrong side
Had a chance at fame and I sold mine
Hot girls still see me as a cold guy
I been feathered a lot so I'm gonna go heavy on the mic
Turn the gravity up high
Had a check with the umpire
I'm still going in and all out
Had a thing with chick from ends
Never doing that again
I'm a man not a roadman
Gonna stack my bands on the road, man
And have Billie Jean fans for the shows, man
I've been getting no pay or plays
So I got Cubase and I changed up the flow, man
Fear no man
Give in to no man
Kill em with the flow and the dough follows, man
Going for the gold like Dean Ambrose
Now I'm ready show
Mind, body and soul, man

Riddim pon di bumper
When a badman call ya come over
And the gyaldem whine and bend over
Man I got them broads in Dover
Six gauge that sick revolver
These man roll back like bum clarts
Wagwarn with them, I don't talk none
Kill em all with the MIDI and DAW fam

When I preach peace I'm gonna bring a silencer
Bring heat and they know me round my ends
As that kid, makes bangers, no high ends on
I'll stop when I turn into a Mayan don
I'm ready for the come up
So why am I on the way down
I ain't past my prime yet
My free trial of Amazon Prime ran out
So these days I'm talking like a pirate
Like rah
A man got done for killing these bars
25 to life for chopping up beats
And burying the mic in my backyard
And some man still think I'm not hard
But being this ill for me is not hard
I'm always living in chronic
Called A&E to tell em I'm sick
When I spit that shit and spin my deckers in the whip
I'm quick with the whit
These rappers are shit
And bricks I sling are weighing on my hip
With the stick for the goons and the stick for the chicks
I'm sticking to the biz when I'm bringing it in
And I got three jobs so I'm putting in shifts
I got all these girls but I'm getting no love
Might bounce back fudge cause I'm tired of Ritz, OG
Might bounce back now cause I'm tired of these OGs
Valor!

She goes to sleep holding herself coldly in a bed of tears
And he reminisces, sitting lonely, he's seen better years
Yin and yang divided, but if only they can both unite
For what God himself has put together, let no man divide
Let no man divide

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