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letra de m.n.k. - caydall.

(hook)
my n-ggas know

(verse 1)
how you looking up to me when i look up to god?
can’t n0body be perfection, everything facade
man, i’m just a lonely n-gga chasing on his dream
man, i’m just a lonely n-gga, fix my self-esteem
tryna find the beauty out this trauma that we live
speaking to my n-gga trauma, said i got a gift
everything is pressure, everything is precious
i done heard my n-ggas stories and it’s so infectious
that’s the only reason why i’m working so hard
yeah, i love you n-ggas, you done warmed this cold heart
and i pray that you remember me like mozart
speak about my complexities like flowcharts
if i do not make it before age of 25
could you promise me that you goin’ keep my pen alive?
could you promise me my mama goin’ get consolation?
could you promise me funeral be celebration?

(hook)
my n-ggas know

(verse 2)
if you ain’t paper chasing, n-gga, you don’t know me
too haters watching me, i’m watching bustdown rollies
i’m balling 24 hours, my n-ggas call me kobe
i’m keeping accounts, but accountable could never hold me
and for madibas at 38, i’d do 67
became immortal so my kids can have a piece of heaven
and have my reverence burning longer than a diesel engine
mama and daddy had to live through that police oppression
that’s why my aggression is theory of theresa brenen
my n-ggas beatles and my influence succeeded lennon
they’d have to k!ll me so another one could reach my level
protect your energy, red rubies, patek demon bezel
i don’t need trophies, don’t need awards, you can keep your medals
i jump from peasant to a king, i took a leap of faith
my brother said my music dark, i’m at a deeper shade
i made a promise, i’mma live my dream, i’ll keep awake
and every morning i’m balling, i know that i’ll afford it
the money calling, no line distorted, know that’s important
my tears is falling, my mama sorted, my son and daughter
my cars is foreign, i’m showing, touring for every quarter
if n-ggas want the smoke, i’mma pass it like i’m rondo
i’m tired of being broke, i want my mama in a condo
i need my money long and still i want my money pr-nto
i need to get it before 25 like jadon sancho
i need to get the accolades like that kid from toronto
paper chasers know my name, but you can call me john doe
i hear the angels singing, god is singing in soprano
i’ll balling ’til i break a knee so call me lonzo
they screaming “oh no”
his break is coming, yoko ono
he pull up to the waters looking just like yamamoto
you pull up to the waters washed, call him omo
if you never seen the messiah, you better take my photo
(hook)
my n-ggas know

- caydall

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