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letra de be like this - aj 773

[hook]

momma why it have to be like this?
momma why it have to be like this?
tell me something
why it to have to be like this
aye tell me why it had to be like this
i wanna know
tell me why it had to be like this
aye tell me why it had to be like this
yeah
tell me why it had to be like this
tell me why

[verse 1: aj 773]

sending off the angel of death, 23 years and counting
penning powerful p-ssages with potential to move mountains
i’ve seen the most blessed and less stressed resort to poutin’
while children in flint ingest led from a water fountain
it’s all black 24/8, like i joined the night’s watch
i’ll write, be a light, and lead the fight until my life stop
you can only see it’s my time if you look at the right clock
maybe i’m only still breathing cause i ain’t met the right cop
did i really live free if i die young?
n-gg-s steal base in the land, and they ain’t trying to win the cy young
so how can i be cool with having my little brother here?
sneakers wet cause i stepped in a puddle of another mother’s tears
as far as rap, i look in the mirror and see another man’s fears
i am what i am, therefore it is what it is
people hiding dishonesty, swearing on the life of their kids
don’t be mad if you catch h-ll, you only get what you give

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[verse 2: canvas cope]

i’m writing prophecies on prophecies
these labels couldn’t never put a price on my honesty
it’s best if they follow me home
they screaming free my n-gg- but he won’t ever come home
i guess these haters couldn’t ever condone
pops told me that you live and you learn
make these little haters wanna just swerve
stay in your lane, remain humble
n-gg-s gonna try and jump you, they want ya fumble
n-gg-s on the side want trouble, f-ck em
i been up on my own since i was a kid
group homes made me too cold, i gotta just live
momma never round, father in the town selling dope
no lie, got a slow ride, never slow up
never stop, n-gg-s go wide, they gotta go nuts
for that dough that we throw up in the club
wait up, i guess this dining ain’t nothing but love, get your weight up
why they gotta hate on the plug? (gotta hate on the plug)

[hook]

[verse 3: aj 773]

life be applying pressure, i just apply the effort
young and black, therefore they pray they keep me down forever
sorry i’m way too clever, sorry i’ll quit like never
type of flow let you school veterans your first semester
i spit like june on every tune, they want my wounds to fester
trying to grow while moving low, flow in its third trimester
i see the vision, i heed and listen, the gift was given
my picture painted by the pain as y’all observe the difference
realistically f-ck fame if i ever lose sight of the mission
making reality out of all of these shy kids wishes
we live in a time of lies, and temporary fixes
we ain’t kings and queens, but we ain’t n-gg-s and b-tches
we always crop all of our flaws out of our painted pictures
rather add digits to our figures instead of read the scriptures
we hit the club late night and sip sin from pitchers
showing love when n-gg-s touchdown instead of peeping the kicker d-mn

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- aj 773

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