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letra de court tomorrow - blac youngsta

[intro]
tahj money
d major, baby
i gave you n-gg-s my heart and this how you treat me?
know what i’m sayin’?
see the thing is, i was with them n-gg-s, but they wasn’t with me
i was just too blind to see
selfish

[chorus]
good night
i gotta wake up early morning, i got court tomorrow
i ain’t breakin’ out the old school ’til it’s up to par
ain’t gon’ stop ’til i put grandmama in that four car garage
i can’t give up on my brothers, they all that i got
believe me
where i come from, ain’t no way, i swear to god, believe me
every time i open up to her i swear she leave me
i don’t get no phone calls from ’em ‘less they need me, yeah

[verse 1]
take a sip, i want two shots of the henn’
i been goin’ through it lately, b-mpin’ 2pac in my benz
but it’s all good, baby, i got two glocks in my jeans (uh-huh)
i got one b-tch at the crib, she left two socks in my dean
i ain’t ever get a chance to let my fans know what i’m goin’ through (goin’ through)
goin’ to court every day, swear to god, bro, i’m fightin’ for my life (fight)
don’t be ashamed to tell people now if your money gettin’ tight (tight)
pray to god it’ll be aight (pray to god it’ll be aight)
i got the same n-gg-s with me, but i got new styles (corporate)
i got the same haters mad, but i got a new lam’ (f-ck ’em)
i got the same mama, went and bought her a new jag (i love you)
i got the same b-tches with me, went and bought a new bag (i love you)

[chorus]
i gotta wake up early morning, i got court tomorrow
i ain’t breakin’ out the old school ’til it’s up to par
ain’t gon’ stop ’til i put grandmama in that four car garage
i can’t give up on my brothers, they all that i got
believe me
where i come from, ain’t no way, i swear to god, believe me
every time i open up to her i swear she leave me
i don’t get no phone calls from ’em ‘less they need me, yeah

[verse 2]
i stopped actin’ tough and hard when i realized i was gangster
if you thinkin’ i’m not smart, what the f-ck you n-gg-s thinkin’?
(i mean, multimillionaire sh-t
welcome to the entertainment business, b-tch)
“booty” went gold (facts), “hip hopper” too (facts)
i’m a platinum selling artist (me), what about you?
don’t believe the hype (nope), when them n-gg-s say they got you (no)
i can’t be scared of heights (no), i gotta go in the sky too
everybody gotta die one day, everybody can’t eat off one plate
everybody need they own lunch tray (sh-t good)
every n-gg- ain’t jay-z (yeah)
every chick ain’t beyoncé (yeah)
f-ck boy wanna race me
and i’m goin’ down a one way
if i win, pay me or it’s gunplay

- blac youngsta

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