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letra de route 38 - 38 spesh

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[verse 1]
ayo i drive down it wasn’t working out
couldn’t afford a rolls-royce so i went ahead and bought a quarter ounce
f-ck it imma try this corner out
i went from standing on a corner to places i never thought about
i know what being locked all about
i used to stand up all my bum
got 10 o’clock when they call the count
was getting money in large amounts
you went home and came back
i went home and bought a house
now they love me in australia
biggest fears being broke half
and a dude with bars’ll tell ya
but don’t let the lord jail ya
you gon broke and they stop showing love, i call it heart failurе
was plot in the dark cellar, a raw sellеr
you could’ve walk a mile, made em all jealous
i made land from a grain of sand
and if you ain’t taking care of your fam, n-gga you maniac

[chorus]
baby imma product turned to streets
ain’t nothing we never bought
we know daddy/that he gon be okay
and if you miss the 4 pound drought
you layin in there in your house
sh-t, we prolly chillin in your hallway
and you know that the streets don’t sleep
my family gotta eat
man you know i m getting to it all day
and as soon as the sun comes down, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
because it’s easy you learn the sh-t the hard way
[verse 2]
ayo, you ain’t never got a brick on plate
opened it up and took two deuces out like you dealing spades
i was young with a pimpin phase
i learn how to make women behave even the renegades
spent a lot of time gettin paid or gettin in the beat
couldn’t sleep till i seen them in their grave
target practise with a gauge
print a picture on a page and shoot at it till the image fades
teachers said i was a lost cause
till i bought cause and could’ve bring it home like report card
feds want a n-gga caught hard, my lawyers fought real hard to beat that first degree assault charge
my wife know that i go hard, she ain’t ever gotta work no job but touch a dough kn-b
gentlemen sh-t that ain’t no prob
a reall gangsta takes care of his family before he go hard

[chorus]
baby imma product turned to streets
ain’t nothing we never bought
we know daddy/that he gon be okay
and if you miss the 4 pound drought
you layin in there in your house
sh-t, we prolly chillin in your hallway
and you know that the streets don’t sleep
my family gotta eat
man you know i m getting to it all day
and as soon as the sun comes down, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
because it’s easy you learn the sh-t the hard way

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