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letra de north linden - ace grand

[intro: ace grand]
sc-m of the earth, shooters shoot, caution tape, murder rate rising/
summer days, guns will spray, window seat riding/
coroners, white sheets and ambulance sirens, a code of silence/

[hook: ace grand]
and through these windows, i see everything and nothing that i dont know/
and everybodys trying not to go broke/
he didn’t have it and he need it so he sold dope/
n-bodys perfect, babygirl she got her hopes low/
we’ll die a sinner to find out them dollars dont go/
but they dont know the concrete rose grows in the streets they hit with low blows/
aye is this h-ll? and what is heaven? where we gon go?/

[verse 1: ace grand]
from a porch to the streets, i got quarters for cheap/
but unfortunately can’t afford me a piece/
whats important to me? splurging more than me breathing/
phone full of tens and juggs, nowadays we not speakin/
vantage point over myrtle, ima roll me some purple/
separate from my circle, depression seems eternal/
theres four corners, n-gg-s trapped, im no different/
fiends pheenin, fight they addiction/
stomachs empty, we not friendly, your funds might come up missing/
stick you up like a poster, a block away from minnesota where i saw my first body/
now i cope with that paranoia/
demons on my shoulder make me question if ill grow older/
pistols stuffed in the sofa/
cop some dope across the interstate/
ima spend my last, escape the feelings that i feel today/
heard they’re talking bad while on the cota cross the interstate/
staring through the gl-ss, the streets i p-ss along this getaway take me to the past/

[hook]

[verse 2: qnas]
ive seen it all, ive done it all before/
you think you have? then ask yourself, you ever starved before?/
cause if you have well, you done been through the struggle/
i know i have in projects with no carpet floors/
this ain’t just bars, i got scars from war/
kicking apartment doors, living above the law, your regular underdog/
a product of my environment, thats money, cars, clothes, and drugs, and shots firing/
police sirens, helicopters and swat raids/
motherf-ckers dying n-gg-, my block is not safe/
you selling weed but thats not weight/
i was moving weed to another state/
whats the stakes? man you n-gg-s late/
i dropped them b-tches, had to get it straight and now my n-gg-s straight/
and she going if you didn’t know, we be blowing kush smoke out my windows/

[hook]

- ace grand

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