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letra de famous last words - bright campa

[intro]
aww… haha

[verse 1]
now i was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
screamin’ “dollar and a dream” with my closet lookin’ broke
and my n-gga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
n-gga i can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the bowflex
get my weight up on the block
keep watch for the cops
god, they love to serve a n-gga three hots and a cot
nowadays, crime pays like a part-time job
and the drought got me prayin’ for a carl thom vibe
summer rain come again
numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
in my mind i been cryin’, know it’s wrong, but i’m sellin’
eyes wellin’ up with tears
thinkin’ ’bout my n-ggas dead in the dirt
immortalized on this shirt
[chorus]
real n-ggas don’t die
forward with the plot
one-seven-forty-five
form at the plot
real n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
real n-ggas don’t lie
form in the plot
my n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
real n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
real n-ggas don’t die
real n-ggas don’t die

[verse 2]
have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
have you ever seen a n-gga that was black on the moon?
have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
have you ever seen a motherf-ckin’ ribbon in the sky?
nope, all i see is that c.r.e.a.m n-gga, that green
i’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
and her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
i’m the type of n-gga make the whole f-ckin’ trap lean
kingpin n-gga, put wings on a crack fiend
if they want a n-gga, they gon’ have to send a swat team
and i’m goin’ out like scarface in his last scene
a legend, what that mean?
[chorus]
real n-ggas don’t die
forward with the plot
one-seven-forty-five
form at the plot
real n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
hood n-ggas don’t lie
form in the plot
my n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
real n-ggas don’t die
form on the block
real n-ggas don’t die
real n-ggas don’t die

[outro]
to die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
’cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will
’cause they only feel you after you gone, or i’ve been told
and now i’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
d-mn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
my one wish in this b-tch, “make it quick if the lord take me”
i know n0body meant to live forever anyway
and so i hustle like my n-ggas in virgini-a
they tellin’ n-ggas, “sell dope, rap or go to nba”
in that order, it’s that sort of thinkin’
that been keepin’ n-ggas chained at the bottom and hanged
the strangest fruit that you ever seen
ripe with pain, listen…

- bright campa

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