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letra de against the wall - ca$his

[intro]
uh, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
love, mane (haha)
you know when somebody tell not to do something, you gotta do anything, you feel me?
no matter what, do hard (uh)
they don’t like, then they hit your back against the wall (that’s real)
come outs, ca$his
whether you drop to the top, or you drop from the top, you feel me?

[verse 1]
living comfortly, but still in need of money, these
times stumble me, my only stance is for my team
i done lived out my dreams with a hit of weed, you can sit with me, get high through a memory
perfection is the only way you vision me
affection for protection, one of us gon’ bleed (one of us)
and i miss the cream, i think of all these ghetto things
my lady dead and i still lay a wet ‘crete (what up, monique)
took to the head, though she bled over everything
i’m out my bed, on the ground, cemetery dreams
my inner mind shines light, like a fairy’s in it
and i ain’t scared, but so many wanna bury me
and this the way it be, i’m realer than i say i, g
as a man on my feet, everyday i see
life plans get blown, like the hay by me
this ramone y’all, remember what you say ’bout me
[chorus]
back on my strip (real), back on my grip (ha), back up against the wall (i got my back against the wall)
i’mma get stacks from my flip, and crack a hot chick
make the room and we cutting it up (you know how i do it)
i’m coming back on my strip (back), back from my grip (my grip), back up against the wall (back against the wall, alright)
i’mma get stacks from my flip (yeah), and crack a hot chick
make the room and we cutting it up (let’s go), yeah

[verse 2]
rappers are past time, i’m in my last mind
i flash by the same mic three times (picture that)
on the scripts, off the scripts ’till i need mine
my lil g singing “g, you a fiend, huh?” (ha)
i been poppin’ them downers to go to sleep high (high)
when i’m so busy, somebody on the street die
i spend a day in la to put the heat down, and had to bust a lame face for a freestyle (real)
be like one grip, partner i’m a g child
squad like forest [?], yeah, i’m a beast now (i’m a beast)
straight jab at a [?] ’till your t–th out
i’m tryna entertain, don’t make me go to street rap (boss)
rapping done made my life preyed on by different haters
i see y’all, [?] twice, for sure you dying famous (fo’ sho’)
i felt love ’round the grove from different strangers
y’all know i’ll expose everybody that hatin’ (ha)

[chorus]
back on my strip (ch-ch-ch-yea), back on my grip, back up against the wall (against the wall)
i’mma get stacks from my flip (get stacks), and crack a hot chick
make the room and we cutting it up (you know how i do it)
i’m coming back on my strip (back on my strip), back from my grip (ha), back up against the wall (my back against the wall, alright)
i’mma get stacks from my flip, and crack a hot chick
make the room and we cutting it up (crank it up), yeah
[outro]
just ride
see what i’m sayin’, come back hard
ain’t nothin’ they gon’ do, [?] stop (haha)
not the police is gon’ judge us
fake partners, they fake grudges, none of these bustas

- cahis

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