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letra de barry uncle larry and i - bryce hardy

(verse 1)
member’ those times there was nothing in the fridge
member’ those times no man just a witch
growin up black so hard, some of y’all wondering
why is so hard to score n-gg-s keep fumbling
y’all got 2, but i lived with one parent
pops left and his reason ain’t even coherent
no cc in the mail wasn’t mad bout that
but you dodging our calls like a star quarterback
you want yo quarter back
but you ain’t payed us a dime
subliminal lines in my rhymes
whoops’
and you gone like the wind
did it again
like an old boyfriend
but you meant katie gotta new girlfriend
and its sad to see
bought her chanel
yea she got it for free
seen the price thats a whip
no slavery
workin in field
no degree
dropped out of school
too much tv
see no cosby show
theres good times
but the bad times never show
people on the block sellin rocks
dodgin cops
gettin shot
10 minute drive
or a 30 minute walk
if they put you in jail
you gone pay your bail
(verse 2)
i was trynna ball had no money for cleats
mom copped em’ for me had no dinner for weeks
coaches said i was good but i disbelieved
god said football ain’t for b
started writing my feelings so carefully
i was scared of the truth started feeling overdue
haven’t read a book since well no clue
now i write my own with lyrics i condone
back when girls h-t my phone
i had a seat
now i got my own 2 feet doing other sh-t
now i do my sh-t
just got a f-cking trip
like captain crunch but n-gg- this my ship
(verse 3)
i ain’t done
coming at you f-ck n-gg-s claim you got triggers
ima’ cut them fingers how you pulling n-gg-
ain’t no f-ckin k!ller
like my uncle said
now he in the pen 25 on his head
penhead larry
praying he ain’t dead
y’all in gangs colors red need to kick you till you blue
northside phili aunt stay tru
heard 4 shots 3 shots just saw 2pac
if he got the red dot thats one shot
now you bleeding out
left you there to die where yo’ homies now
you need jesus now oh my god
guess you red now dont need bread now
it ain’t worth sh-t
should of stayed in school cool fool got schooled
now you see the light everything in slowmo
dirty sprite
feel yo’ heart beatin in yo’ head you about to die
ain’t n-body snitching
n-body heard the glock, 9 more seconds
boutta be dropped
f-ck’
thinkin about yo’ momma
and yo’ babby momma
no f-cks given for
them numbers with them commas
love you sis
miss you jay too
wish i could go back and reee
(done)

- bryce hardy

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