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letra de poverty - blue$tripj

[intro]
cadence

[verse]
he was sixteen, when he got his first criminal felonies
he was shooting up his enemy’s, that were trying to take his family tree
he was stuck in some poverty, he had to sell some bags of weed, to get up off the street, 16 to feed his family
he was broke, shot up a crew, to break himself out of armed robbery
he was lost up out at school, dropped out to sell some drugs to buy his needs
he had to put some clothes on, he didn’t use the money for some weed
but you know we got the know it all’s, saying hе’s the f-cking enemy
and thеn we got the people, that can rob you for the money things
or put a gun up to you’re head, and shoot you that’s the worst of things
so you just got to ride along, you’re born in it, what’s next for me?
but you was raised up in a time, to get money, you see some things

- bluetripj

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