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letra de lost born child - aaronya

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picture me dirty black n-gga product of the trap

not the drugs spots but all the blocks that set our people back

so imagine how i felt that first i touched a stack

older cousin slinging p-ssy like it’s crack

all facts but f-ck it the streets raised him he a product of the trap

little buzzin bloodin buggin he a product of that mac and cheese

that hennessy that dirty weed i’m talking buddha sacks

rest in peace my n-gga roc

my n-gga had the heart of dapp

they say if you never lived it never spit it in ya raps

cause when the realist n-ggas hear it you can never take it back

you see poppa was a pastor but we livеd in the hood

so when papa wasn’t around i was smoking that good
high as h-ll barking at b-tchеs but they didn’t bark back

they used to say i’ll f-ck you n-ggas but that n-gga too fat

they used to say i’ll date y’all n-ggas but this n-gga too wack

fast forward to 09 i’m f-cking b-tches in the pines thinking d-mn

shawty used to f-ck 10 n-ggas as a time

now i’m all up in her guts that sh-t was f-cking with my mind

got so much baggage i carried till the age of 29

so many stories that i can try to share and sell to rl stine

d-mn i was a good kid and i never did crime

so how the f-ck the street to do this to me

that peer pressure got my friends smoking weed and carrying a gun

and i was jealous of them cause they was having fun

and i wanted to be real and i wanted to live
but sometimes i learned that living is the fasted way to die man

i’m wit my n-gga shawty and i’m feeling on her thighs man

she look me in the eyes and she tell me that she want it

i was young and i was used to b-tches frontin so i took it when she threw it

man i f-cked my n-gga’s girl on her prom night

and then my n-gga f-cked his girl on her prom night

but she never blew up my spot it was a bomb night

loyalty was something that we couldn’t possess

cause we were dancing with the demons and we all were possessed

some were trapped by s-x some were trapped by the crime

but none of us could escape our demons trapped inside our minds

most of my n-ggas did time we done real things

by 24 became the subject of most of yall n-ggas rhymes
picture me

[outro]

dreams are just alternate reality

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

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