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letra de september 17th - babyfxce e

[intro]
it’s with an x, n-gga (big drice on the beat, yeah)
fxce
yeah, c’mon

[verse]
i been mia tryna change how i been livin’
get that camera out my face, i ain’t tryna take no pictures
she keep goin’ through my phone, i got hoes, bae, i admit it
and if you give that p-ssy up, won’t go find out, just know you finished
i turnt the city up, only been rappin’ for a lil’ minute
i know i made it, people i don’t know tryna f-ck with my image
i think i’m f-cked up, but everybody ’round me be tryna tell me i’m gifted
i got labels callin’ my phone, i got everybody in my business
i know you not where you wanna be, but it’s a lot you gotta learn, yeah
stop stressin’, ’cause your turn gon’ come, you just gotta wait your turn
this sh-t i’m smokin’ on helpin’ my heart, but it’s f-ckin’ up my brain
i know i need to put that sh-t down, but it’s easin’ all the pain (naw, for real)
limo tint on the windows of the scat, you can’t see sh-t (not sh-t)
i told my mama next year around this time, we gon’ be rich
i showed my n-ggas this song before i finished it, they like, “b-tch, you tripped”
they tell my brother, “lil’ bro next,” and he just smile and say, “i’m hip” (he know it)
rollin’ out the pound, my brother treat ’em like they zips (he rollin’)
they see me in my town, they already treat me like i’m rich
man, this chopper hold me down, that’s why i treat it like my b-tch
they know i’m the golden child, my family treat me like i’m him
load up the choppers, put ’em in the striker before i sin
can’t n0body spin my block ’cause all my n-ggas stay on ten
i been knowin’ zack since a youngin, so i treat him like my kin
i got my chopper, i ain’t runnin’, b-tch, i’m thuggin’ ’til the end (thuggin’)
it’s crazy, i done came a long way from when i first started this sh-t
and it’s like, even after all that, i still got a long ways to go
i’m slidin’ for my brothers wrong or right
them n-ggas try us during the day, they gon’ be dead before the night
my dog wouldn’t ever come around new people, so all he know is bite
before we had some money to get new cars, man, all we knew was strikes
392 h-llcat durangos, this that striker music
watch how i move, pull my mask down and i get right into it
my n-gga told me leave the streets alone and i started writing music
i beat a case, then went out of state and i started fightin’ new ones
[outro]
(ayo, drice)
yeah, uh (run that sh-t back)

- babyfxce e

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