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letra de matrix - blessed bandits

[verse 1: yungjuu mlb]
these n-ggas be hatin’ on a real n-gga
come from a place where you step wrong and they blank face k!ll n-ggas
corner store turned to a deli cause now the whites don’t fear n-ggas
where ya fam dont trust you cause you made it out the hood and the field quicker
since i started getting my self together, my own hood dissed me
now im ridin’ round the town in a 6 speed
cops took my youngboy in quickly
nowadays can’t ride in a 6 speed
everywhere i go i’m mobbin like 6 deep
mlb and we rollin’ like the 60s
if they k!ll me, i know they gon’ miss me
im the only one providing till im empty
started gettin’ money, i knew they was gon’ tempt me
harlem’s where i’m from, this clip gon’ empty
empty threats don’t hurt me ‘less you hit me
you not welcome here, go where your b-tch be
know some k!llers that did like 20
know some g’s that did life for venting
they be snitchin’ just to see you not winnin
took my boy for a gun, it was hidden
how could they know he had it, it was with ’em
turns out my own man showed a vid of us sinnin
they tried to tell me stay away, but whole time i was wit ’em
im just trynna get the bag, f-ck fame
i said we winning
i said f-ck fame we winning

[verse 2: kre8]
u don’t gotta feel me to know my pain
n-ggas i grew up with just ain’t the same
colors more important than they names
smoking weed just to ease the pain
n-ggas used to play full court games
no one outside i guess sh-t change
i guess that explains the weight gain
i guess that explains my lane change
all this extra weight that i’m carrying
n-gga i’m battling
family members chatting
saying imma be successful
i love support
but you ain’t on this level
too many saying that i should never settle
but f-ck the angel listening to the devils
‘cuz i’m tryna take music to a different level
to reach the pedestal
i push the pedal
tryna stay high
you’re short like geppetto
i say bye-bye
while you saying h-llo
don’t socialize
you f-cking up tempo
wipe the eyes, crying f-cks up momentum

[verse 3: lock$mith mlb]
fake support is the basis
of a lot of motherf-ckers that became the greatest
lock$mith ain’t no different
snakes all on my hit list
got no time setbacks
no don’t take no steps back
peace is where success at
so i gotta go get it
not on that time get with it
raise the bar i hit it
me, i’m speeding
me, i’m racing
tryna achieve these dreams i’m chasing
if you don’t give the fakes all the credit then they hating
all these shots they taking
who they think baiting
no i won’t bite
wild’n for the night
imma be aight
don’t need you to live
you don’t give me life

- blessed bandits

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