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letra de legendary run - a2p fred

[intro]
(ay creme, you did that, junkie?)
(anytime)

[chorus]
the f-ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n—as can’t f-ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run
put up my scale and tell my b-tch that i ain’t comin’ home (uh-uh)
front my dawgs and let ’em muscle up while i’m gone
on with label heads directin’ heavy traffic on my phone (what’s happenin’?)
this rap sh-t saved me but the streets forever got my soul

[verse 1]
big ass cuban, i went gold without a record sold
forty degrees in times squarе, got my shirt off, heart been cold
i be tryna make a na feel mе, it’s hard to let sh-t go
i be showin’ love and god return the favor ten-fold
i wish my mama could see this sh-t
run it up illegal but they tryna give me a chance to go legit
i’m tired of people askin’ how i feel to be this lit
i don’t even know how i feel, real sh-t
’cause every night when i lay down, i deal with real sh-t
juan soto, everything i drop a hit, i don’t miss (uh-uh)
like i’m careless, i drop that bag, i don’t diss
hatin’ ass na, like a rash, make my ass itch
[chorus]
the f-ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n—as can’t f-ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run

[verse 2]
i got my brothers on my jeans, got a little cuff in ’em
argue with lil’ bro, he flew back home but i still love the na (on god)
work the muscle, i’m finna sh-t on all these f-ck nas (eww)
i got insomnia, spinnin’ the dark ’cause i been up, na
catchin’ flights, all this motion f-ckin’ my sleep up, na
ridin’ through manhattan and i just wanna go re-up, na
i gotta chill on all that sh-t ’cause i’m a public figure (public figure)
i’m bustin’ rhymes for nas bustin’ plays and bustin’ pistols
know when i was stuck out the way, now they don’t love a n—a (huh?)
lil’ tony told me keep my fire ’cause they might try to hurt me (shh)
my heart bigger than that haitian plate i ate in jersey
if not me, then please tell me who the f-ck deserve it?
devil playin’ tricks, tryna make me feel like i ain’t worthy
i’m a preacher on these beats and every verse a sermon

[chorus]
the f-ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n—as can’t f-ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run
[outro]
(ah, man)
from n0body to somebody in three months
this sh-t amazin’, n—a
i’m on my rappin’ sh-t, i was just on my drug traffickin’ sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?
(anytime)

- a2p fred

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