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letra de in my feelings - big yavo

[intro]
(lamarcusj all on the beats now)
facts
(byeperfect)
all love, everything
i’m my momma’s second child, but i already knew that i was one of one
saying zoey, this ain’t no one on one
ayy, all the snitches, yeah

[chorus]
i’m my momma’s second child, i always knew that i was one of one
you can do it by yo’ self, i’m living proof, i went from nothin’ to somethin’
i know how it feel to be down bad on yo’ d-ck, don’t wanna ask for money
go with your first mind, don’t ask for sh-t, n-gga them racks is comin’
i ain’t hate on no n-gga
wait my turn, now i’m havin’ plenty
crumb to a loaf, now this sh-t long, i’m finna touch the ceiling
this sh-t hit here different, pulled out forty, just ’cause of how i’m feeling
remember i didn’t have forty dollars, they ain’t come get me
it had me in my feelings
[verse]
thinking ’bout blaze sometimes, i get to reminiscing
day dreaming, just looking at my diamonds, watchin’ how they glisten
i come from the gutter, watch yo’ back ’cause this sh-t here get tricky
these young n-gga, they slimey, wipe yo’ nose and po’, rest in p-ss
play with yay, you get your issue like i got tissue
how i’m gon’ bless the b-tch
can’t wait to send the blitz, already knew this sh-t gon’ come with this
i’m tryna put up they whole clique, tryna move on at the same time
got one foot in and one foot out, stood in and gave a sh-t, i can’t lie
but i will tell my son, “don’t be a gangster”, but if he play with you, then stand tall
went from boy to man, i ain’t gon’ lie, my momma raised a boss
at tailgates, you can’t talk
everybody stay quiet, you gon’ walk
just fall back, and peep the scene, have a stand off, give a magazine
stuffing twenty of alabaster jeans, in cali’, blowing racks on melrose
learned my stripes like sh-ll toes and i’m stayin’ strapped like velcro
i ain’t gon’ lie, that sh-t be f-cking with me, talking to montez on a jail phone
they hold him too long, be on some m’s ‘fore he come home
this shirt was white, now it’s roll tide
who they say don’t be outside?
can’t f-ck with bro, better pick a side
get caught in the middle, it get you clipped
get put in the air just like a blimp
gotta curve, this b-tch a pimp
can’t be faded, started slowing down on temps
i tell ’em, “aim for the neck, don’t do no attempts”
’cause if you gon’ do it, then do it right
that boy sleep all day, then wait for night
reach for my chain, get put up like kites
be with my glock just like mike and ike
be with my gun just like cups of ice
be with my strap just like pucks of ice
i’m just tryna let you know you better not play with this, ’cause this your life
[chorus]
i’m my momma’s second child, i always knew that i was one of one
you can do it by yo’ self, i’m living proof, i went from nothin’ to somethin’
i know how it feel to be down bad on yo’ d-ck, don’t wanna ask for money
go with your first mind, don’t ask for sh-t, n-gga them racks is comin’
i ain’t hate on no n-gga
wait my turn, now i’m havin’ plenty
crumb to a loaf, now this sh-t long, i’m finna touch the ceiling
this sh-t hit here different, pulled out forty, just ’cause of how i’m feeling
remember i didn’t have forty dollars, they ain’t come get me
it had me in my feelings

- big yavo

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