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letra de make another me - afn peso

[verse 1]
not your average rapper that you really see
catch me out in traffic with a ratchet, extra magazines
handcuffin’ on that b-tch, but she be tryna leave
seen her out in public, i can tell she wanna f-ck with me
coffee cup in my hand, but that ain’t sh-t but lean
spend a 5 up at the store and get [?] with jeans
he addicted to the money, he gon die a fiend
coulda did the same but imma get this sh-t by any means
tryna teach n-ggas, they don’t even wanna think
f-ck beefin’ with em, pull up on em on a sneak
30 pointers on him, my diamonds average a kd
sh-tting on my opps and them n-ggas thinking they made me

[hook]
and if they made me, tell them n-ggas make another me
and then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably
and n-ggas shady, and b-tches i don’t trust em, not a bit
i keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp

[verse 2]
oh you tryna hold it down? don’t blow a bag on a b-tch
o.g. thinking i’m a chicken, i’m going bad on a b-tch
why you talking like that?
cause i be living like this
i’m good at putting sh-t back, i made that off a miss
i been heavy in my bag and i been getting it in
i been cutting hoes off and saying “never again”
i been thankful for my losses, i been grateful for wins
i been sh-tting on opps, let me say that again
[hook]
and if they made me, tell them n-ggas make another me
and then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably
and n-ggas shady, and b-tches i don’t trust em, not a bit
i keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp

[verse 3]
it’s f-ck all my opps, yeah
f-ck all them cops, yeah
pull up on blocks, yeah
n-ggas won’t stop this
when you do it self made, it feel a little different
before rap, i hit the streets to make an honest living
i blew a hundred last month, f-ck penny pinching
probably save another hundred, go buy me a richard
you n-ggas fake and i see it can’t [?]
if this b-tch think she irreplaceable, swear i won’t miss her
tryna put the cup down, it’s k!lling my liver
i mean it’s k!lling my kidneys, i’m pulling up in a bentley
we was living so gritty, we tryna turn into millies
they tried to tell me i’m finished, i tried to tell em not really
but i kept on shining on em and i [?] a [?] with em
remember i had to sleep up in the room with the mildew
type of sh-t might break you, type of sh-t might build you
same sh-t that get you rich, same sh-t that’ll k!ll you
[hook]
and if they made me, tell them n-ggas make another me
and then maybe, they could say that sentence comfortably
and n-ggas shady, and b-tches i don’t trust em, not a bit
i keep that thing on my hip, it got me walking with a swag in my limp

- afn peso

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