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letra de in deep thought - chess

tryna sleep but i keep overthinkin’
cups and blunts, the weed or i’m drinkin’
f-ck whoever don’t think i’ma make it
probably fry a pig just to bring home the bacon

i wrote this before the sun came up
just to let momma know that her son came up
more wordplay and less of that gunplay stuff
a lot of n-gg-s real, yeah some ain’t tough

you know guys phony
but these n-gg-s talk a good game like they socialize with sony
homie, action’s louder than words: don’t say it, show me
action’s louder than words: don’t say it…

it’s all here and there’s no time to waste, i’m in a hurry
tired of all these n-gg-s actin’ fake like they worried
“free my n-gg- this,” don’t send a commissary
“rest in peace my n-gg- that,” and then when he get buried

you ain’t send a dollar to the b-st-rd
throw flowers on the casket
have any audacity to cry like it was tragic
if you starin’ and i see a mic i gotta grab it
gotta get heard with the words like a caption

touch the fam and it’s time to war
’cause my brothers who i’m dyin’ for
i got his back more than his spinal cord
n-gg- i’ll get ’em x’d, think! (extinct)
all you find left is the bones like a dinosaur
the right help him find the floor for tryna find my flaws
we don’t play for the ground, we swing and he slidin’ off

i’m from a hood where we had to spark
4 stick ’em, the 5th cross like a tally mark
gave a n-gg- the beats because i had the heart
bled and sweat, he dropped a tear, that’s the saddest part

god—why you gotta take n-gg-s from me?
god—why you hate the way we makin’ this money?
god—why is all these days gettin’ ugly?
if everybody equal—why do jakes get to touch me?
push me? search my body? handcuff me?
arrest me? put me on tv and judge me?

havin’ mad cools sh-t’ll get n-gg-s robbed
havin’ tatoos won’t get you a job
i can’t look street on a interview, nah?
gangstas wearin’ suits too n-gg-—remember the mob?
they get mad when they catch you sellin’ a dime
i need answers, this is why i’m questionin’ god

and i’m sorry if questionin’ your word is a sin
sinnin’ get you to h-ll, that’s what i learned from a friend
but the hood’s the same h-ll you burn in and sin
so if a n-gg- act up i’ma turn up again
left, right, hook, jab—burn him again
hit him once, hit him twice, get a third to his friend

nah, all n-gg-s seein’ is grip squeezin’
right now i ain’t livin’, i’m just breathin’
tryna make a livin’ but these n-gg-s steady fiendin’
tryna take a n-gg- out before he 17 and
look at my pops and say i will never be him
but i got his heart, he was a real og and
you see a little me in his beef, you go leave him
brim n-gg- that clip n-gg-s for no reason

he don’t care, ’cause he know his death is gonna come
my n-gg-, the n-gg- put his set before his son
instead of givin’ me advice he tried gettin’ me a gun
i swear this n-gg-‘s as reckless as it comes

that’s cray, mothaf-cka
when he was out raisin’ them guns, me and the lil bro raised one another
when he ain’t have it, i had it, we gave one another
i’d dead-ss lay up in the grave for my brother!
the same for my sisters! the same for my mother!
you bang, i bang, we don’t bang with each other

real talk, i know you’re one of the hardest n-gg-s
but really, i don’t respect you as a father figure
’cause yesterday done, today almost over
and i bet you i won’t even see you tomorrow n-gg-

but off that, ’cause carin’ about it i’ve been off that
ain’t no other way, it’s trappin’, i get it off that
if you get ahead of yourself my n-gg-s off that
for more stacks put small sacks under the b-llsacks
watch your words over phones, n-gg-s record that
get a beat, write a few verses, then record that
i knew n-gg-s that rhymed ’cause they wanted more scr-p
sh-t you got ain’t all that, but they want all that

and this world ain’t a paradise
just some money on the floor and a pair of dice
tryna make a few dollars for your fam tonight
electricity off, you’re usin’ candlelights
that’s why you gamble right?
i can’t dribble the world but i can handle life

all day them n-gg-s dumpin’ with the gats
i don’t regret sh-t ’cause i can’t f-ckin’ bring it back
power moves, we gotta get this money, that’s a fact
bounce back, it was lookin’ ugly in the trap

ah, the money what i’m gonna get
half of these p-ssy n-gg-s be on some sucka sh-t
and they the reason why i ain’t trustin’ sh-t
you gon’ stab me in the back you might as well cut the wrist

and that’s real sh-t…

- chess

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