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letra de 11pm - clipparachi

[verse one]

my n-ggas tryna get up out the jungle
better tell your folks that it ain’t safe
money & violence over this power;
i’m just tryna get a ghost or a wraith
tryna go from remy’s to a bentley
but the f-ckin haters filled w/ envy
guess these motherf-kas wanna tempt me
like the 40 don’t move w/ shawn kemp speed
my n-gga just beat 2 attempts;
so you know its lit on the strength
ride around the oval in the tints;
hitting plucks, im just tryna make some dollars outta cents
spend my life on the strip, never quit
i’m convinced tryna scramble is a gamble & i’m rollin trips
couple flips whether white or the piff
you break it down like’a ice sculpture pick, n-gga
if you’re plenty to the 3rd, put ya hands high
we the kush & the sour & the xan guys
codeine by the pints s’like a franchise;
movin mud in the field, that’s a landslide
on the road, bustin ueys in the one
told momma i’ma get it right one day;
love pape’, on the grind monday to sunday
been about the chicken, since nutty’s & the crumb cakes

[bridge]
you ain’t really from where i’m from n-gga
you either gotta chop or bag a o
and if you really know like i know
you ain’t broke cus you spent a week in the same clothes

[verse two]

connect from ireland gave me pots & a pint of sniff;
use to watch wrestlin now i jus gotta irish whip;
inspired kids to hustle hard and find a brick;
told them all the pro’s and the cons when you ridin ship;
watch for this, alotta chat and alotta lip;
alotta n-ggas feelin salty when they ride the bench;
& n-ggas you was at the bottom wit a prolly snitch;
d-mn, that smurf situation taught alotta sh-t;
compet-tion watch, they building on ya plot or ditch;
so either play moderate or be martyrs for marketing;
its always consequences when ya grips blowing;
& never ride thru opp blocks if you fishbowl’n;
no time for a vest n-ggas wig blowing;
brown water ease the pain, that’s the kids potion
bake soda & motorola’s took over;
corona aroma on the corner never sober;
the po’s is the poachers when they tryna reach a quota
& the cobras want ya name on the cans over cola
devil tryna control ya while the angels over my shoulder;
had a hard knock life, i was listenin to hova;
free my n-ggas behind the wall, thats my soldiers;
d-mn, all these free’s got a n-gga feeling colder

- clipparachi

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