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letra de 11:11 - brick otb

yeaaa

this that wave hise

i’m jus ridin’
kno i’m feelin’ so alive &/
we in alignment
you kno that it’s perfect timing/
while i’m vibin’
let me get one thing decided/
we ain’t never gon let this screw sh-t die &/
my crown chakra open
i’ma underground king/
hometown reppin’ hoe
i feel like gerald green/
i’ma get to the x
on the map, by any means/
and i hope you kno this game
ain’t nothin’ what it seem/
a bunch of fakin’ & flodgin’
imitation saucin’/
why every youngin comin up in the city
claim they a problem/
all these problems in the city
ain’t no one here to solve ’em/
i’m tired of seein my people dying out here, we fallin’/
i’ma outkast houstalien, baby i am the martian/
i’ma outkast houstalien, baby i am the martian/

pressure either turn you into
diamonds or depression/
glock & a 3.5, i don’t ride
wit too much extra/
in the midst of all these
funerals in the city, i feel blessed/
most my potnas lose they temper
at the slightest disrespect/
try tell ’em ‘keep they cool’
we ain’t got time for no more plexin’/
’cause plexin’ lead to
shots fired, lead to deaths/
i don’t really wanna keep this f&h
but i been stressin’/
and truth be told, i don’t feel like
none of y’all listened to pimp c message/

but you always got to kno
what you want, remain focused/
if you don’t kno
what you want, you can’t focus/
kno that i am like rondo
i make sure my whole team ball/
jus’ looked down at the clock
this sh-t here my new theme song/
my first tape
perspective’s of half-woke
you p-ssed broke/
ain’t talmbout money
but you kno we on/ (mansa musa)
i’m rich as in spirit
like the homie quan/

now she tryna kiss
all on my war wounds/
my grill shine
like a full moon/
i set my intentions
then bet my commission
cause we about to go to war soon/
i went to sleep
and i seen
martin luther king
in my dream
he told me “stay woke
cause i dreamed wrong”/
i might jus’ blow yo mind
if i drop them records on you/
ancestors got yo back
got yo akashic records on you/
this for the tribe
this for the vibe
feel like a youngin bomb-proof/
the world is yours
i show you who this earth belong to/

i meditate, then elevate
the reason why i resonate/
don’t hesitate, just educate
know this game is h-lla fake/
but mann
see what i been sayin’/
they don’t give a d-mn
if we protesting or praying/
take a knee cause we
can’t stand it mann/
i’m like d-mn it mann
we been fallin’
from chi-raq to nawfghanistan/
we been ballin’
from chi-raq to nawfghanistan/

aye
pressure either turn you into
diamonds or depression/
glock & a 3.5, i don’t ride
wit too much extra/
in the midst of all these
funerals in the city, i feel blessed/
most my potnas lose they temper
at the slightest disrespect/
try tell ’em ‘keep they cool’
we ain’t got time for no more plexin’/
’cause plexin’ lead to
shots fired, lead to deaths/
i don’t really wanna keep this f&h
but i been stressin’/
and truth be told, i don’t feel like
none of y’all listened to pimp c message/

jus smoke sumn..
you wakin up..
it’s brick james b—-

- brick otb

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