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letra de southside raised me - 3xbravo

[chorus]
i got sh-t to lose, so i hang with n-ggas that done, lost a couple screws
so they brazy, i’m talking h-lla’ crazy (h-lla’ crazy)
born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
atlanta, atlanta made me (on god)
yeah the, southside raised me (on god)
got 2, hundred on the dash, n-gga scared to race me (on god)
i got the police wastin’ gas, cuz they tryna’ chase me (on god)
i got no, books inside my bookbag, that’s where glocks and draces’ be (on god)

[verse 1]
i got 4 pockets full, like baby (like baby)
so i had to buy some cargo pants, more pockets i can fit it in
vlone on my body, f-ck a friend, i let my brothers in
this ain’t happen overnight, you don’t know bout’ the work that i was puttin in
hoes ain’t wanna f-ck me, ’till i got rich, they started comin in
you wanna sneak-diss like a hoe, i’ma treat you like a b-tch then
they talk behind my back like hoes, i swear to god these n-ggas feminine
you thought they let me in this rap sh-t, h-ll nah, i keep that dough in

[pre-chorus]
i’m so slept on, pretty little vest but when we shoot, b-tch your neck gone
she ain’t never have lift the weights in her life, but her head strong
almost fell in love and f-cked around, and put a ring on her
can’t stay in one spot for a long time, i’ma road runner
let her on, but i don’t really wanna, but i f-ck wit gunna
hang around some n-ggas that lift you up, and i gone put you under
tryna’ get away from all this rain, but i keep hearin’ thunder
waiting for the sun to come up
[chorus]
i got sh-t to lose, so i hang with n-ggas that done, lost a couple screws
so they brazy, i’m talking h-lla’ crazy (h-lla’ crazy)
born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
atlanta, atlanta made me (on god)
yeah the, southside raised me (on god)
got 2, hundred on the dash, n-gga scared to race me (on god)
i got the police wastin’ gas, cuz they tryna’ chase me (on god)
i got no, books inside my bookbag, that’s where glocks and draces’ be (on god)

[verse 2]
runnin laps around these n-ggas, and that’s why they hate me
can’t put no trust inside a n-gga, cuz they gon’ betray me
i keep my circle small, don’t want no new n-ggas ’round me
got some secrets that i’ll never tell, ‘gon go to the grave wit me
i know i ball like lebron, but my n-ggas ad
everything i do a movie, it should be on bet
i’m talking, move theatres, flatscreens, on your tv
n-ggas do not f-ck wit me, for real they really envy me
take my dogs off the leash, if you really wanna play
my eyes baggy as f-ck, i’ve been working all day
f-ck sport, i got track mode, if you really wanna race
this choppa for any n-gga that tryna’ get in my way

- 3xbravo

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