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letra de homicide - chevaughno

[produced by shabazz]

[intro]
you have offended my family and my honor!
shoutout to shabazz, shoutout to g

[verse 1]
this is for the soldiers, posted on the corner
battle scars don’t get older
visions of the past, toking marijuana calms ya
that breath could be your last or you’re sleeping in a coma
a wrong step is the difference of a goner
n-ggas dodge bullets like they dodge the poo
a city full of blues like taj mahal
if you from the same hood, then tell me why you rob him for?
picture robin in the hood tryna rob the poor
we all tryna eat good, while dodging obstacles
sh-t, i’d go for benihana
switch the flow to remind that i’ma monster
pay no mind, or save a penny from my conscience
a n-gga buried in problems
better that than in some nonsense
tell them to pause their comments
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh-t!
i’m just being honest, for the people not speaking
started from the bottom
yet the playing field’s not even
they can’t do with us
and we don’t plan on leaving
my n-gga that’s a promise!

[chorus]
one day, one day, one day, one day i’m gon’ die out here
but until then, when i meet the very end
i ask for you to dry your tears

they say one day, one day, i’m gon’ die out here
but until then, when i meet the very end
i ask for you to dry your tears

[verse 2: g young]
they said i wouldn’t see 21
2 years removed and i’m moving like i ain’t never done
will i run never that, only where that cheddar at
remember that, life is a test that i’m never failing at
they trailing back, i’m just tryna cheat death
take them back to school, like it’s time to end this recess
momma cries from homicide
so wipe her eyes, so they could ride
justice in the streets so ain’t no such thing as peace
man it’s just something that we breach
they saying we won’t be sh-t
i’m just tryna make a couple mil’ and live decent
finger on the trigger, we don’t give a f-ck who we hit
lifeless on the corner, blood leaking down the cement
but, but i might die out here
cause a n-gga walk around like i ain’t got no fear
no friends i supposed, it’s just brothers and foes
cover hoes, spraying strays, praying i won’t fold you know
it’s g!

[chorus]

[outro: scarface]
you need people like me, you need people like me
so you can point your f-cking fingers
and say, “that’s the bad guy!”
huh, what that make you, good?

- chevaughno

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