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letra de life lesson* - baby kia

[intro]
one more time, i know they mad
(wake up, f1lthy)
these n-ggas see nothin’ but envy and jealousy
nah, i can’t make it
sh-t really a trap
t.i., fool, this sh-t a trap, i ain’t even think ’bout that sh-t

[verse 1]
huh, i know he mad, look in his face
slimin’ n-ggas in this world, bro trip across for pape’
soon as i got out, caught a new charge, can’t catch a break
seventeen grams in my backwood, i don’t feel nothin’, i’m okay
haha, ma dukes say, “son done went r-t-rded”
stand there on your funeral, got locked up with a .40
grandma sheddin’ tears watchin’ 12 put it on my handcuffs
she just lost her daughter, now her grandson, sh-t don’t add up
haha, walk in a hard place, b-tch, i’m stuck
feelin’ like i’m x, throw me a perc’, finna give up
thirteen years, all jumpеd inside these streets without no guidancе
seventeen years old, know how to drive, still ain’t got license
kia boy, they done let the wrong young n-gga in the door, it’s over for ’em
tough ’cause i got shot, switch up my hand, shoot with the other arm
haha, yeah, i pray i make it
god threw me a blessin’, got n-ggas mad i’m tryna take it
day1 say, “just rap, no need to spin, we got jamaicans”
k!llers camouflaged in green, try to break in, they jump out quakin’
head hurt, feet weak, lungs broke, can’t breathe
plus i miss ma dukes, all by myself, and, no, i can’t sleep
yeah, everybody start off with you, by yourself, how you gon’ end?
never get too comfortable, everybody not your friend
[bridge]
enough with you, lil’ twin, send a n-gga, man
got that pi’ right, n-gga
your daddy put that drac’ on you, n-gga
huh, cross your t’s and dot your i’s
’cause best believe, just ’cause your curtains closed don’t mean no n-gga ain’t lookin’ through the blinds

[verse 2]
real colors, n-ggas turn to fake that pape’ come ’round, that’s not your real brother
throw ’em in that lake, cut up his dad, chop up with bold cutters
haha, too many envious
you halfway make it out the hood, n-ggas get devious
you give ’em somethin’, he come right back, he on some greedy sh-t
i swear this sh-t up just the trap, streets is misleadin’ kids
they scared to talk about the real
one h-ll of a game, we out here dyin’ in this field
referee don’t do sh-t, get three strikes and then you out
face to face, judge in the courtroom readin’ charges by her mouth
what you do you hear them numbers?
forty-eight years to the door, you done threw your life away
all to look cool for a lil’ ho
now he smoked out on the strips, he got no phone number to call
plus he cannot make the store, no way for him to eat at all

[outro]
(wake up, f1lthy)

- baby kia

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