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letra de 17 - ashton mallory

[hook:]
i was 17 hopping off the porch with a torch
i was hot headed plus i had some fire, let it scorch
i was grinding, i was trying to push a porsche
no remorse, i was hitting l!cks and looking for some money
for the source, okay now my whip a horse
and my lil horse ain’t got a top
so i can pull off with the force
and i ain’t talking ’bout a cop ’cause i know life is just a course
and i ain’t trying to crash, so i keep it on me
keep a bl!cky in the stash
[verse 1:]
admit it, i’m one of the hardest on the planet
i’m not somebody that you should take for granted
understand it, a lot of artists are planted
or planning something satanic
i been growing organic, the reason i make ’em panic
with this god flow, spitting rapido like i’m hispanic
in chicago, with the tool on me like a mеchanic
i been trying to get a grip but this industry make you manic
i ain’t have to sign a dеal to put music over atlantic
i’m a rarity, i think you a parody
streaming your music is like giving money to charity
i’m just trying to help you put your kid through school man
i’m just trying to keep it 100 giving you clarity
think of this as therapy, i be trying to talk it out
but we can’t relate so theres really nothing to talk about
’cause they be talking clout and i can never understand it
last of a dying breed, left a n—a stranded

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
case i got to wet ’em up or hit a n—a with a splash
really i ain’t got to get ’em
i can get ’em with some cash
i’m a pull up really quick then
then i’m a pull off in a dash
so if you ain’t f-cking with us your entire clique is trash
this real rapping real spill still snapping
will k!ll, still clapping
will feel bills napping, n—-s got to chill
real spill still happen, had ’em all tapped in
got ’em all still tapping, y’all still capping
n—-s never learn
trying to show them how to make the money n—-s never earn
can’t take cream if you n—-s never churn
trying get so hot, that a n—a never burn
’cause i can not return to the ways of the past
momma use concerned these days were the last
got to slow it down, these days move fast
i ain’t never been concerned with what another n—a has
i got to get it and when i get it, i got to split it
a lot of people that say they ’bout it, ain’t really with it
i’m at your neck, where your jugular at? i got to slit it
then i beat the charge and get acquitted like i never did it
[hook:]

- ashton mallory

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