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letra de critical 2 stable - allstar jr

[intro]
i ain’t even know how i was finna f-ckin’ look, n-gga (just ask my baby mama what i looked like)
i ain’t know if i was gon’ be able to rap again or if i was gon’ even have the same voice, n-gga
(the coal cash collection)
be able to chew again, n-gga (welcome to get a bag records)
(you can see the plate)
any of that sh-t, n-gga (let’s get a bag)
(can you tell for real?)
we just blessed to be here
(dime on the beat)
[verse 1]
crime in the d on jr, he got a blue hat
knowin’ i was me-me’d up in n-ggas’ group chats
it ain’t sh-t thеse n-ggas wan’ do if n-ggas gon’ do that
sh-t, wrap most n-ggas up, i can go through that
boy, you talk way too crazy, you gotta chew them
out hеre, ain’t gon’ win every time, n-ggas gon’ do them
n-ggas tried to give me that ride, they don’t get two trips
thought about a whole d-mn lot bleeding profusely
boy, don’t give your heat to these streets, they gon’ abuse it
ain’t no tappin’ out in them kids, you gotta do this
just some more sh-t for the story, i can’t be tripping
make sure your nuts still strapped on when you the victim
mouth wired on every side, relearned to breathe
b-tch, you ever wanted to yell and couldn’t scream?
weeks i’m just talkin’ to nell, low self esteem
walked every day down with her and talkin’ to dee

[interlude]
that was the craziest sh-t of my life, bro
whole f-ckin’ mouth wrapped the f-ck up, wired the f-ck up and sh-t
just learning how to eat like that, n-gga, on a liquid diet
just drinkin’ broth, n-gga
findin’ out about different soups, i’m just readin’, i ain’t even trippin’ like i wanted to get back
i’ma f-ck this b-tch up
i’m ’bout to lock in on this b-tch
we gon’ turn up through this b-tch
let’s get it
[verse 2]
when i’m bumpin’ into dog? when this sh-t finna happen?
wake up, jar is kickin’ my head, d-mn near refractured
he just happy daddy home, he don’t know no better
tryna handle it like my baby, this sh-t some pressure
it ain’t often god pass blessings out like that
police panickin’ like they don’t know where cyanide at
imagine hittin’ panic mode and you just die like that
i ain’t never jumpin’ out here, wastin’ time off that
wanna pop out trippin’ with your ice on, hangin’?
n-ggas get shot every day, this your lifestyle, ain’t it?
n-ggas call me rap n-ggas when they locked in hating
then turn around like, “that n-gga not that famous”
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, you got a need for cheese
amg drivin’ wild like it’s need for speed
i remember every city that’s in need of beans
i can’t forget, i’m feelin’ like them b-tches needin’ me

[outro]
i just knew, soon as i got to at least, like, seventy-five percent, i was back on my sh-t
i wasn’t ’bout to waste no time, n-gga
just eight days after i done got that sh-t took out my mouth
i still got screws in my head, sh-t, right now, n-gga
it’s so much sh-t i gotta get off my chest ’bout this sh-t, n-gga
just how i’m ’bout to bust this b-tch down, n-gga
(records)
let’s get a what? (let’s get a bag)

- allstar jr

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