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letra de make you a man - a-bliccy

[intro: ebk jaaybo]
free the thugs, n-gga, 500k and all that
aye

[chorus: ebk jaaybo]
how you my brother but you f-ck with the opps?
you tryna score then why you riding with stock?
this fifty fresh out the box
you might get flipped, watch how you slide down the block
this a drac, i’m tired of f-cking on glock
this b-tch ain’t doing the job
said it was funk but when you see me you ran
i ain’t surprised, n-ggas be hard for the gram
could’ve scored but it jammed
where was you when i was locked in the slam?
sacrificed a lot of sh-t for the fam
the streets’ll make you a man
[verse 1: a-bliccy]
it’s verde park, throw up the—and get stamped
caught him loafing, left his brains in his lap
he should’ve came with his strap
the fully jammed but now it shoot likе a champ
them n-ggas told, i let you know in advance
a bad look for thе [?]
don’t pull up on me with your whip tinted dark
unless you want your sh-t left in park
smell a opp through the [?]
ain’t make the team, that n-gga ain’t up to par
i done felt a lot of pain with these scars
we bringing knife to the yard
got tired of stick so now i’m beating on snare
them bodies stink, that’s dead man in the air
momma saying her prayers
they tryna snake me but don’t know i’m aware
ain’t tryna slide, b-tch, we knowing you scared
he ain’t jumped off a stair

[chorus: ebk jaaybo]
how you my brother but you f-ck with the opps?
you tryna score then why you riding with stock?
this fifty fresh out the box
you might get flipped, watch how you slide down the block
this a drac, i’m tired of f-cking on glock
this b-tch ain’t doing the job
said it was funk but when you see me you ran
i ain’t surprised, n-ggas be hard for the gram
could’ve scored but it jammed
where was you when i was locked in the slam?
sacrificed a lot of sh-t for the fam
the streets’ll make you a man
[verse 2: verde babii]
aye, the streets’ll make you a man
them n-ggas know it could’ve been a—but it jammed in my hand
the b-tch lightskin, one brown, look like gina and pam
n-gga, i feel like martin lawrence
don’t act like tommy got no job, that’s why your lifestyle boring
i remember riding buckets, now my vehicles foreign
i remember eating noodles, now i’m eating at morton’s
aye, five hundred dollar tabs
in the cat with ab, two hundred on the dash
aye, i wish they would blurp us
your b-tch chose on the verde, we ain’t do it on purpose
n-gga, it was accidental

- a bliccy

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