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letra de the executionist - ankhlejohn

[verse]
yeah
yeah, you can’t depend on n-ggas decisions, they’ll lead you to a graveyard
i guarantee this life you tryna live, you ain’t made for
the most damage that lord sh-t prolly dude not paying off
stuttering when i talk, gettin’ frustrated tryna explain to y’all (ooh)
n-ggas’ll break their back for a cosign, i’d rather stay strong (ooh)
it’s no love on the other side, it got dark when you made calls (sh-t)
friends ain’t always cool, enemies always the opps
when they did the executions down lord, it was hard to watch (f-ck)
i had to move swifter, i caught n-ggas pocket-watchin’
popping pills of oxycontin, it was a dead man walkin’
tryna talk to ’em, hoping i could motivate ’em but that’s overrated
gunshot woke up ya’ neighbors (doot doot doot)
i grew up in a generation the club scene was all ages (all)
i’m talking tabalis in congos, bounce c flavors, this was way before postmates
you cornball n-ggas have no true culture and just post hate
there’s no code, stick up kids out here robbing old ladies
(the f-ck is goin’ on out here?)
we organize, before you k!ll ’em we gotta a okay
the cartiers are mosaic, you living co-ed
you a college student, ain’t f-ckin’ no b-tches, ain’t gettin’ no head
(sucks to be you, n-gga)
yeah
i couldn’t imagine bein’ in ya’ predicament ’cause i’m really him (him)
ingredients taken out the music, i’m here to make you feel again
put the bait on the rod, caught a fish, and had to reel it in
hammers cover too much mass, you gotta drill it in (oh)
when you get more precise with this life, sh-t start cl!cking
where i’m from, the poverty high and can’t form a full sentence (oh)
she fell in love with the father figure of them hood n-ggas
until she have a child, same hood n-gga ain’t stood with her (f-ck)
huh, we gotta raise up our queens to think a lord different
yeah
we gotta keep our kings you love the block, [?] by the block
give a young n-gga job far from the corner market (come on man)
this sh-t deeper than rap, we gotta corner all markets (ooh)
if not, they gon’ walmart us
put you on the register for minimum wage [?]
[outro]
f-ck (f-ck goin’ on man?)
n-ggas get the point, man
l’s the f-ck up, man
you know who it is
i really ain’t even gotta say too much
you know what’s up with me, n-gga, hear me

- ankhlejohn

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