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Ugly Heroes - Good Things Die Lyrics

  • [Verse 1: Verbal Kent]
  • With all the beauty in my life, hit the mic 'till the lights out
  • Bet Barrack play this in the White House when his wife's out
  • I got that good shit, purple with them orange veins
  • People say that yours taste like a wood chip
  • You rookies push shit, million dollar rapper, DiBiase on the mic
  • While you all is sloppy like the brothers Bushwack
  • Pop had put his ***** in momma's bush back
  • In '78, the doc saw my face and tried to push back
  • Yeah helmets ? all ribs broken
  • I'm an angel of death that taketh what the lord gives
  • What gives? Every written's all fibs
  • Ya'll bids phony, fishing in the dolphins
  • And mermaids, sayin' Burbank relevant
  • It's like using dog bags pickin' up the turd of an elephant
  • Sayin' you ain't feelin' it, you full of shit, fell in it
  • Wipe off and shut your mic off before I yell in it
  • [Hook: Verbal Kent]
  • See any day could be your last, quit living in the past kid
  • You want drama, take a class, get your phd
  • See any moment I could pop out and leave you seein' asterisks
  • Cause when it comes to spittin' raps I got my phd
  • [Verse 2: Red Pill]
  • Now Verbal's said he's having fun
  • So I say ***** it let me join in no avoidin' it, appointed let the static run
  • These half-a-ton rappers claiming they ready
  • I have the sun wrapped around my neck, chain gettin' heavy
  • I got the planets aligning with the planning to sign it
  • Then have them standing in line to see me ranting and rhyming
  • They gassing you up with all those additives lying
  • You buying that shit, what kind of *****ing planet am I in?
  • I'm off that, respect gettin' respect it's nothing left for the rest
  • I *****ing called it so I'm getting it next
  • I got the shit to make it *****ing feel something deep and something real
  • Surface-level rappers wonder why they don't *****ing appeal
  • We give them real shit, real shit
  • I want to be that rapper that they feel like they could go get a meal with
  • Or split a cab with or share a tab with
  • My mother call me Chris, I give a ***** about this rap shit
  • [Hook]

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