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letra de 29 - bankrol hayden

[chorus]
ayy, god told me we gon’ make it out eventually
standin’ tall but it’s been f-cking with me mentally
these streets cold, n-ggas smoke you like a chimney
but pain is temporary, i ain’t trippin’, it ain’t sh-t to me

[verse 1]
god kept me, i’m woke, i got a purpose
i’m a victim of two murders, this sh-t got me feelin’ worthless
we was drivin’ h-lla fast, i woke up seeing nurses
happened in a second, mind spinnin’ like a circus, n-gga
i’m in the back seat, how the f-ck it’s my fault?
november 29th, almost died up on that asphalt
bro switched up, throwin’ shade like a fast ball
i pray for better days, keep my faith, i’ma stand tall
they like hayden you fell off, i’m like h-ll nah
tryna keep me in this bed, i’m like h-ll nah
love my brothers, bro we tighter than a dreadlock
promise to be rich but for now we down as bedrock
rest in peace to that family in that casket
and i mean it when i say i ain’t want this sh-t to happen
i done had a wake up call so for now i’m stuck to rappin’
rest in peace to noggy, for your love i’ll make you happy

[chorus]
god told me we gon’ make it out eventually
standin’ tall but it’s been f-cking with me mentally
these streets cold, n-ggas smoke you like a chimney
but pain is temporary, i ain’t trippin’, it ain’t sh-t to me
god told me we gon’ make it out eventually
standin’ tall but it’s been f-cking with me mentally
these streets cold, n-ggas smoke you like a chimney
but pain is temporary, i ain’t trippin’, it ain’t sh-t to me

[verse 2]
look, burst knuckles, morphine in my iv and sh-t
and with this bag on my stomach, nothin’ spicy and sh-t
i’m moving slowly to the top, being silenced and sh-t
i swear to god i love this music, bro i’m dyin’ for this
i’m in this situation but god know i’ma make it through
i woke up in a bed and there was nothing i could do
they say they feel my pain but they can’t even wear my shoes
six days with no drink, six days with no food, huh

[outro]
god told me we gon’ make it out eventually
standin’ tall but it’s been f-cking with me mentally
these streets cold, n-ggas smoke you like a chimney
but pain is temporary, i ain’t trippin’, it ain’t sh-t to me

- bankrol hayden

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