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letra de g.d.y., pt. 1 - a$ap twelvyy

[intro]
yo, yo, yo, uh-huh, yo

[verse 1]
he could’ve went to howard [?]
stayed back for the [?], school was starting
he was sure that a book couldn’t help
only money on the floor
serving dog food and wh0res
p-ssy was his only flaw
night on the strip
he was [?] by the store with a redbone
she showed her ass, he wanted more
fresh out of p-b-rty, she had him in her claws
she said “wait a second, my name [?]”
he said “hola, they call me bridge paul”
i run the point from here to high bridge
numero uno, i get money
member of the fly kids, gadget like spy kids
had a little mickey in her ride, sl!ck with the wordplay
he was turnt on a thursday
she said “let’s head to yonkers, there’s a [?] we can smoke at”
he closed up his hustle, she brought up the road map
blunts in rotation, new gucci tape in
next exit, paul started braking
following her fragrance, shorty on the way in
stopped at a days inn, room keys waiting
losing all patience, gassed for the p-ssy
he wasn’t even thinking, blunts in his system
now he started drinking
walked to the car for the [?]
heard some footsteps, “don’t move” from behind yo
“pace slowly, homie move fast, get blasted
we want the keys, smoke, and the cash kid”
paul said he ain’t had nothing, gunman ain’t buy it
then you heard [?] say “nah, the kid is lying
he’s been clocking all week, i peeped his stash under the seat”
they reached open the door
paul rain in the street, dodging cars and bullet shots ricocheting off trees
he’s running for his life wheezing, barely can breathe
more shots left off, he got hit in the knee
now he limping through the dark spilling blood on the ‘crete
body getting weaker, [?] getting closer
he slipped and fell, they found him slumped, man this sh-t is over
[chorus]
don’t let the game take over, it can end so painful
heard the good die young, die young
they ain’t ever get the chance to
wide awake, nightmares, nightmares
i ain’t never been fearful
you can take us out the hood, out the hood
still gotta move careful

[verse 2]
once upon a time, knew a kid they called flip
played [?] could’ve balled for the knicks
loved the street life, he was shaving on them nicks
marching with the dime tryna save for a brick
v-lone status everyday with the grip
n0body liked him, wanna raid on his clique
bumpin’ purple haze, purple haze [?] clip
living in a maze, he amazed by the dips
triple og at 20, h-llcat with the [?]
smoking bogies with the henny [?] jenny
told him ’bout a play out of town
eight hours out, triple price on the pound
he said “let’s do it, build the system from the ground”
moved and set out [?] made it count
he really in it now, racing triple crowns
dabbled in the dark web, imagine what he found
guns for the low on the black market
war ready sh-t just to wack targets
he spent the bean on some bazookas
traveled three states over, linked with the movers, linked with the shooters
riding with the young [?], preppin’ ’em for gunsmoke
told ’em we ain’t buying nothing, take it, let the [?] know
we [?] it
pulled up, handles business
jumped out suburbans, moving on urgent
anxious with the heat, [?] popped out
[?] boy take a seat
“yeah, you got the money?” “yeah, we got the money.”
[?] start laughing
[?] asked “what’s funny?” ’cause he started blasting
now it’s all action, shots [?]
popping out the woodworks til everybody caskets
headshot gory, it’s a never ending story
the good die young, soul stuck in purgatory
[outro chorus]
don’t let the game take over, it can end so painful
heard the good die young, die young
they ain’t ever get the chance to
wide awake, nightmares, nightmares
i ain’t never been fearful
you can take us out the hood, out the hood
still gotta move careful
don’t let the game take over, it can end so painful
heard the good die young, die young
they ain’t ever get the chance to
wide awake, nightmares, nightmares
i ain’t never been fearful
you can take us out the hood, out the hood
still gotta move careful

[outro]

- aap twelvyy

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