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letra de up all night - ar-ab

[verse]
roaches and mice on the cereal box
gunshots and sirens, i hear ’em a lot
murda gon’ riot, he don’t care what it’s bout
only the weak disappear in the drought
feds took my dawg and i fell in depression
f-ck a recession, i got a compressor
quarter a million i stuffed in the dresser
i know my n-ggas gon’ die to protect it
i built an empire using my heart
syrup and percs, they polluting my thoughts
if they helped me, there was usually harm
tell ’em preparе for a brutal assault
my wife don’t know that the feds aftеr me
my kids don’t know that their dad in the streets
they think that i only rap on tv
they’ll never know that i had it for cheap
monie had hoop dreams of making the league
mullas just wanted to print out some tees
only thing low rider want is his weed
my old head fell victim to envy and greed
more that i made is the more they resent me
they used to love me when my safe was empty
i pitch it out just to earn me a penny
i brought back food and i offered ’em plenty
i turned away and ignored all your flaws
you f-cked his girl and that’s ‘posed be your dawg
when i won, we won, why not both of the dubs?
cause you took your scr-ps and you got out the dust
i’m getting more paranoid by the day
death getting closer, i still didn’t pray
bodies gon’ drop if i come out to play
tested my gangster and i got an a
i fell in love, i’m not judging the past
even in prison, i would never ask
insecure feelings i would never have
cause i know that i did way more than her dad
recall indictments, they’re trying to charge me
if they give me life, i would not be sorry
i sacrifice so my mama see glory
she had her first bank account in her forties
offer repentance, my road to redemption
bug got his feet up, just wait on his sentence
we got some secrets that we cannot mention
he beef on the internet, he just pretending
i had a dream and it came true from wishing
crawled outta poverty, slinging them chickens
they play with the b-tches, i stayed in the kitchen
bake in the pot, i became a magician
it started from hunger and turned us to k!llers
them dirty n-ggas just counted a million
ask ’em for help, they will laugh in your face
get it yourself then you become the villain
got a big heart, it’s a gift and a curse
i’ll take your life if you cause it to hurt
for funerals, i only walk in the church
establish my kids before i leave this earth

- ar ab

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