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letra de outro - booter bee

[verse]
i’m ahead of my time and i keep telling ’em why
all them roads i taped off, i put my neck on the line
they keep sending me texts, i keep sending them bine
bro’s fed up of shotting, he wants to sell the line
i can’t tell him to stop, i can’t tell him to shot
all he knows is serving fiends and scr-ping pots
i know they’re scheming, tryna take my spot
before i die, i’m getting all my pagans shot
before i go, i’m making sure my family’s good
no youth clubs, the council abandoned us
fourteen, they put my hands in cuffs
fifteen, i was bagging grub
sixteen, i had to stab him up
caught a case and took it straight to trial
they tried do me as an adult even though i’m a child
walked out the prison gates with a smile and now i’m backing it
any beat i jump on, it’s like i’m putting crack in it
my heart’s clean but my hands are filthy
bro went to jail cause of me and i’m guilty
i’m p-ssed but he still knows i’d do the same for him
they know i’m from the f but this wap’s australian
told the fam i’ll stop but i keep on failing ’em
me against the world bro, i feel like an alien
f-ck it, i’ma do this journey on my own
when it’s time to ride, the only time they’re ringing my phone
and they say all i rap about is riding
i’m sorry, all i know about is guns and violence
i stayed on the streets, i shoulda stayed on my deen
instead i’m in the ride, me and g backseat
i got beef that i can’t squash, friends that man’s lost
i can do it hands on, get you slapped hands off
please don’t act up, get your strip slapped up
i just want a clean run and f-ck off the bad luck
how the f-ck did it get to this?
everyone will use you for your benefits
they ain’t ever there when it don’t benefit them
came up, i was selling them tens
i’ll cut my throat before i tell on my friends
i’ve been in situations you couldn’t handle
i was on trial, my whole life was a shambles
i was flat on my -rs-, i was grafting it hard
bought a brizzy, watch the brick get dismantled
i was handing samples out to yutes i was in jail with
i was slapping burners at them guys i call my elders
he said that it was war but then he melted
pointed my spinner at his face, chamber filled up with felt tips

- booter bee

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