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letra de albee al freestyles on flex | freestyle #012 - albee al

live from marion projects, son, the livest one
representin’ jersey city to the fullest
ask around about me, they’ll tell you he’ll pull it
bradley beal nigga, how i’m playin’ with these bullets
yeah, that’s the throwback wizards
know them streets got my heart colder than a blizzard
catch me in the traphouse, snow like a blizzard
sent my lil homie come and hit ya, get ya
you know i stay around shooters
if i tell them niggas shoot they gon’ shoot ya
hit your first born while he rollin’ on his scooter
right in his medula, give him the whole ruler, easy on ’em
said bang bang, nigga brim gang
i swear it hurt when your friends change
you be thinkin’ they was real from the get-go
he switched over, started actin’ like sisqó
when i was young, man, i always had a temper
those who know me i’m pretty sure they remember
if you piss me off, man, somebody gettin’ injured
swear i’m big and pac if you put ’em in a blender, put ’em in a…
tryna understand that we all signed up
to this game that we playin’ till our time’s up
everywhere i go i got the heater tucked
i probably p-ss out more pies than pizza hut
might not ever get a grammy ’cause i ain’t a rapper
might not ever get a oscar ’cause i ain’t a actor
just a nigga who express how he feel
and they fuck with my music ’cause they know i keep it real
won’t be a simple murder on the day i die
it’s gon’ be a mystery, someone in disguise
actin’ like they fuck with me, playin’ both sides
make sure when you do it, look me in the eyes
they k!lled my bro, i feel some type of way
if i was home he woulda died, nigga, right away
face shots, bullets to his torso
albee outside playin’ grand theft auto
hands gripped prayin’ to the lord
said i wouldn’t k!ll again, i know he heard it all before
but what happened to my brother, somethin’ i can’t ignore
they want me to think peace, but lately i’m thinkin’ war
hol’ up, pardon my thoughts, they corrupted
lately them the thoughts i been stuck with
if i move crazy they say i’m gon’ get cuffed quick
but for my brother, on my mother, i’m like fuck it
niggas wanna know if albee al life is real
i know niggas doin’ life in jail, and i write them still
real nigga, yeah i’m signed and sealed
ayo i’m really ’bout this life for real
i swear i got homies doin’ time in the box
everybody shitted on ’em so i’m all that they got
when i was on trial, flex, my stomach was in knots
’cause people say they love you when you gone, that shit stopped
like they wanna see you burn, showin’ no concern
that’s why i’m out here, every night i’m on turn
niggas want me dead so i’m grippin’ on it firm
i be a real nigga to the dirt and to the urn
i swear everything is earned, loyalty and trust
told my real niggas that all we got is us
sippin’ on that tus, ty blowin’ on that dust
got a b-tch that suck me how the county toilet flush
niggas wanna k!ll me so i’m ridin’ round filthy
know a lot of niggas wish the jury found me guilty
they say they real, how you real, want me to stay in jail?
your man bagged and you don’t send him mail?
free the homies, nigga! free the homies doin’ real time
and i ain’t talkin’ burglaries, i’m talkin’ real crimes
it don’t hurt to pick your pen up
sharks in the water with they fin up
know you feel alone, but you still hold your chin up
if your bail was $10 mil, we gon’ get the 10 up, that’s loyalty
it might be far-fetched but niggas get the picture
b-tch, you really love lettin’ niggas d-ck her
his girl left him on his first year
his momma died on his fourth year
it’s like nobody care, he phone home but ain’t nobody there
he just tryna let his pain catch somebody ear
it’s some niggas don’t use the phone ’cause they can’t
they don’t even got money for a stamp
and if they had a stamp, they had nobody to write
he got 10 years in and he still ain’t get a kite
nigga, what’s your life like? i felt for him, it’s real for him
he ain’t even do the shit, but he went to jail for him
if he was home he woulda k!lled for him
at least paid for the bail for him, for him, for him, for him

locked in a mountain, can’t see your kids
-ssets hurtin’, niggas see your ribs
beefin’ with the pigs
lil homie a l on his first bid
got it spittin’ like a cypher
50 shots on me got me spittin’…
i said 50 shot k got me spittin’ like a cypher
promised momma that one day i’ll give this life up
just left jail beatin’ down with the lifers
old heads like they ain’t seen me since diapers
pop one round so we hit the streets runnin’
me, my older brother in the trap makin’ hundreds
squeeze on a nigga if i ever get confronted
so you wouldn’t understand if you ain’t from it
i’m from jersey city, man, i wish a nigga try it
anybody get it, bruh, these bullets ain’t biased
fuck you hatin for? nigga, you should be inspired
niggas k!lled the homie
and i tried talk to him ‘fore he hit the streets
don’t go out in that city and you think it’s sweet
i understand that you play, but niggas tryna eat
he sent the kite then got k!lled like the next week
d-mn, man, pour liquor for you
they like po would make it different for you, i just say i’m loyal
said i just say i’m loyal, they like po would make it different
and then, see mitch gave me a bird like welcome home
they like, “that nigga so real he should have a clone.”
ask your b-tch why she got my number in her phone
you know them remy’s in her purse got me in the zone
same niggas i ride with, i’ll die with
in the trap, winter time, outside with
you know i keep the strap with me like my sidekick
these niggas beggin’ for attention like my sideb-tch
we used to be cool, what happened to us?
used to be one of them niggas i happened to trust
death before dishonor, yeah it was the code
nowadays it’s like the bros turned into hoes
guess bein’ real now is overrated
’cause you never see it but they always say it
i say lord, show me from my enemies
even the ones that was friends to me
said the more enemies, the easier the target
i’m a hard nigga just walk in neimas and marcus
and i told my shorty get what she want
i’m on that lil durk shit: nigga, this ain’t what you want
‘fore i slide up on your strip, grippin’ on that fifth
get up close on him ’cause i ain’t tryna miss
whoever near you when i’m shootin’ gettin’ hit
you gotta keep that mask on ’cause niggas gonna snitch
and if i had a wish, i wish it was still 24 a brick
man, i wish i could bring back my niggas that i miss
said i wish, i wish my cousin ain’t snitch
i wish my sister leave her man alone ’cause he ain’t shit
said i wish, wish i could care about a b-tch
but i know that they love ain’t legit
i said i wish, wish i was home when they k!lled my brother
on my son i woulda k!lled his mother
i said i wish we was real like me
i wish, said niggas feel like me
i said i wish i could take every bullet that hit banga
i wish them bullets jammed in that chamber
d-mn, i wish nuke knew he was in danger
still gang bangin’ twistin’ fingers, d-mn
i said, i said, i said…

wish i could talk to green, i could talk to meech
so much shit i gotta say i could write a speech
don’t think that i forgot about my niece
i’m just out here runnin’ in these streets
and i ain’t even make it to the spot i’m tryna reach
it seems like i’m losin’ everything i’m tryna keep
and i’m tryna keep, i wish all my niggas they had millions
all my niggas they had billions, d-mn
i know these b-tches like, “i wish he had feelings.”
and all these fuck niggas out here tryna k!ll him

- albee al

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