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letra de advicefromnas - cantrell

[intro: cantrell]
i got my grill in too
yeah yeah
(huhn)

[verse 1: cantrell]
tempted never defeated
dinner with my disciples just waiting to get ‘em seated
even, if it mean breaking bread with judas and peter we eatin’
but no room at the table if you bulimic (yeah)
it’s all love, all we asking is trust
i told her “don’t you leave me i’m out here fighting a war
i’ll help you doctor your sores just honor me when i’m gone
your love is my favorite song you seeping into my pores”
noted, become a monster…
these girls don’t want a husband, but a sponsor
just need some company for contra-ban
know i’m the 1, damage? it is done
last real n-ggas alive we lord sons

[chorus: cantrell]
nas told my mama that i got it
and you expect me not to talk it like i’m ‘bout it
when i’m really on it, they tell me that i’m wildin’
i take a look inside and see a power not a problem
lord’s son
nas told my mama that i got it
and you expect me not to talk it like i’m ‘bout it
when i’m really on it, they tell me that i’m wildin’
i take a look inside and see a power not a problem
lord’s son
[verse 2: cantrell]
the bany get the money n—– still scream paper chasin’
or pocket watching, you more than sloppy how you hatin’
quite amazing, lincoln bio how i navigate it
in a condo getting acclimated (yeah)
i wrote my 1st verse, i was just 12
now i give em h-ll…
straight from heaven know the bread that we breaking unleavened
i need 10 for the verses never know when my homies gon’ need bail
son of the walkman era, aim to stream better
i got dreams of beamers and black teslas
… know we just surviving the times
really lived what we talk, we were surviving the rhymes
sly town projects properly honor me property of the ghetto
gang banging and rolling rillos
but we’ll move with a change of pace, lighten our load
for every dreamer in this humble abode

[chorus: cantrell]
nas told my mama that i got it
and you expect me not to talk it like i’m ‘bout it
when i’m really on it, they tell me that i’m wildin’
i take a look inside and see a power not a problem
lord’s son
nas told my mama that i got it
and you expect me not to talk it like i’m ‘bout it
when i’m really on it, they tell me that i’m wildin’
i take a look inside and see a power not a problem
lord’s son
[verse 3: cantrell]
n—– wanna talk about the trap s—
talk about the money pops hid in the mattress
where’s the love? tell me where the did the day go?
a gun and one crazy crazy a– n—- that’s jabo
we still don’t know how high the sky is
my birthday is the same day that pie is
god makes no mistakes, but for me i feel he biased
through more ups and downs than 10 eyelids (look)
imagine if i went and bought the caddy that i rapped about it
or did sobs and we packed it out huh?
imagine if i didn’t live a life that i could rap about
i’d prolly tatt my face and pull the camera out huh?
it ain’t hard to tell they blow a bag i exhale the same
it’s cantrell i hope they learning the name
hope you enjoyed yo fame by the time i’m like 4 in game
so i could really sit and pick yo brain

- cantrell

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