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letra de be there - big homiie g

[intro]
(you’ll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
yeah (uh-oh)
shoot
just don’t go to sleep on me, man, please
we got one line left
it’s three in the mornin’, finna pour up, d-mn near four
who got a fanta?
me and frenchie, we sherm and kickstine (turn me up, fivee, for real)
got another fanta?

[verse]
i’m out drank, pills, and ‘shrooms, my body goin’ through the motions
i’m in miami by the ocean, thinkin’ bout my uncle bud (yeah, yeah)
thinkin’ ’bout my mama how she miss her big brother (yeah)
i gotta be there for my sisters
i gotta be there for my daughter, i gotta be there for my sons, i gotta be there for everybody need me (g)
he died two years ago on christmas eve (mm)
d-mn, brodie, why you leave me?
d-mn right, i’m still grievin’ (d-mn right)
but i gotta accept it, why?
you got k!lled ’cause you was greedy
man, i wonder how cookie doin’ (mm), i know she miss her son (mm)
huh, cj had a bond
my sh-t hot, but i don’t write it (mm-mm)
i need some sleep, but i’ll fight it (nah) ’cause i might not wake up
i’m high as f-ck off these medical (ooh)
they keep sayin’, “go see your granddaddy,” i’m tryna fit it in my schedule
this sh-t crazy how life work
i used to be the one without work (mm), now i get a dub for a verse
another ten for the video (woah), that’s a thirty, and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a perky
i pray to god have mercy (on me), on my soul (on my soul)
’cause i really took my gun in church, paranoid, schizophrenic (woah)
if i squeeze, he gon’ vanish (frrt), if he scream, i’ma panic (frrt)
shoot his ass ’til it cl!ck (baow), then plead insanity (i’m crazy)
i’m tryna feed my family (crazy)
you tried to rob me, yeah, um (um)
thinkin’ i’m floppin’, but i’m steady doin’ numbers (ooh)
you better not rap now
i come from the jungle (gates)
it be your own family tryna take you under (ooh)
you doin’ good, but they don’t want you to (nah), you livin’ good, but they don’t want you to (to)
he post his favorite rapper before he post you (yeah)
it don’t cost sh-t to support a n-gga (nah)
still gon’ get them m&ms, that’s on my daughter, n-gga (my daughter)
don’t hear my sh-t, everything turned, you can’t ignore a n-gga (h-llo?)
everything i was doin’, now prayin’ off the streets, owe a n-gga
they steady dissin’ on my name, but i’ll show a n-gga (i’ll show him)
it ain’t sh-t to pull a motherf-ckin’ trigger (i’ll blow him)
you ain’t no, you ain’t no motherf-ckin’ k!ller (you a ho)
f-ck around, smack the sh-t out of one of you b-tch-ass n-ggas (b-tch)

- big homiie g

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