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letra de 1998 - bobby g

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i was blessed with the sharpest tongue in the land
f-ck around i hit a l!ck and slice you up where you stand
tryna’ be on g sh-t, you should run while you can
you know there’s less room for error with a gun in your hand
know youngin’s known to throw punches till they numb in the hands
and like in high school fl!cks they gon’ come for the bands
bet when them youngin’s rolled up in a roughed up sedan
and f-cked up your mans too it wasn’t something you planned

sh-t they jealous in the field where i steadily build
so when i’m stacking a mill i’ll be strapping to k!ll
they always making empty thrеats but never check еm’ for real
because i got a little tea that i’d be happy to spill
gotta keep dirt on anybody making a move
they either preying on you or they’re praying you lose
that’s why they throw shade and stay evading the truth
i done seen it many times, still amazes me too
i mean my homies favorite artist tried to scam me for a couple hunnid
guess he can rap, but ain’t smart enough to profit from it
tell my dawg, turn that sh-t off, i can’t even hear it
it’s crazy i used to f-cking love it
hate it or love it i guess
i called his bluff, i just had to get that off of my chest
could fill a million verses with the sins they won’t f-cking confess
everybody tryna’ blow up, but want none of this stress yeah

all they tryna’ do is rest like the rest of em
only reaching for the stars when they next to them
how you living off the next man’s come up
scared to get your own, trust, mine you’ll get none of
i’m grinding all winter just to shine all summer
got the game mapped out, but sometimes i wonder
there’s always gon’ be those doing sci-fi numbers
wondering if that could satisfy my hunger

o-sevens youngin’s running this sh-t
had to cut a couple loose, they was fronting and sh-t
took a while for me to figure y’all do nothing legit
smartest youngins in the room going dumb in this b-tch
i come from the bits of limbo
stunting tryna’ make that bread tenfold
type of youth to out spit your album on an intro
quick to shut em’ down if they too nosey for the info
cause if they run their mouth then all respect is out the window
take a hint tho’, i don’t want your ass near me
that goes for bimbo’s, who’s all ears but don’t hear me
i’m sonning em, matter fact f-ck em’, i’m done with them
so much so, f-ck you too if you run with them
you can find me in the sevens or four-seven-five
my youngin’s hit the blue court to get in exercise
i run the break with my brethren sure to let it fly
if you ain’t bout’ to step up you should step aside

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