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letra de remember me - city pea

[verse]
i swear i need cali kush, ’cause i’m making a push, to get out this process
and riding on hunnid spokes, on the west coast, and smoking till none left
grinding to get a mil, but to keep it real, it’s a marathon process
we toting them automatics, it’s a habit to bust at negative objects
you claiming to be the realist, please explain to me, why the f-ck is you separated?
because in society, the universe placing you n-ggas in an opposite location
so when my back against the wall, is you gone ride with me n-gga?
still pray you make it out the ghetto, full of wicked collisions
it’s crazy in the village, surrounded by k!llers, to run up a milli, that field ain’t living
the dreams to be dealing, they turn into splinter’s, these n-ggas be spilling, to get lighter sentenced
so don’t be pretending, we know you a witness, you hate n-ggas winning, be all in your feelings
way since the beginning, can never befriend you, we hate your appearance, and f-ck your opinion
it is what it is, don’t live by the code, got head from your girl while snorting blow
she stripped from her clothes, gave me a lil show, while she dance, she slide on the stripper pole
you n-ggas is broke, forever gone fold, was rocking them j’s with them baggy girbaud
was rocking them grills, was full of that gold, still loving these hoes? please keep it disclosed
i swear my trigger finger is disgusted, ’bout you f-cking crabs in a bucket
swear i’m leaning real close to busting, but i’m really too busy hustling
swear they reappear whenever you bubbling, ’cause you cannot leech a struggle
i went from new orleans, right to kentucky, the mission a breeze, it wasn’t reluctant
i had these sk!lls before that cover of that g-body muscle
them vocals hit her like some dopamine, but n-ggas gone bluff it
but why the f-ck you steady mugging, if you won’t press you a b-tton
’cause in these streets this sh-t so wicked, might get murked by your cousin
we thug in these city streets, swear these b-tch n-ggas do not want no beef
emp- the clip to reload the heat, to make all these p-ssies to remember me
summer december at a hundred degrees, better run don’t freeze from the suv
another spree, make it seem at ease, they got kids to feed, better take this heed n-gga
foot on the gas, tryna blow pass
head to the spot to big stash
hate on my rap, you a b-tch mad
if you get knocked, well i got cash
so hit me up, ’cause bail money i got it, masterminding
low key disguising, hustling hard to the profits n-gga (n-gga)

- city pea

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