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letra de sweat in my eyes - d flowers

[intro]
yeah

i swear this sh-t just been so real lately
i’m in the booth with sweat in my eyes as we speak, n-gga
yeah
d-mn, this sh-t crazy
but make no mistake
yeah, my whole hood love me
i just wanna make ’em proud of me at this point
yeah

[verse]
sometimes i be like, “f-ck a n-gga, i ain’t got no homies”
i just been thuggin’ on the daily, hustlin’ by my lonely
n-ggas was lookin’ at me crazy when i was out here hungry
now when they come and ask for favors, i ain’t got no money

nowadays these n-ggas don’t need cable, they wanna watch some money
and count your money, and talk to other n-ggas about your money
you gotta know how that sh-t go when you be pilin’ honeys
and when you broke as a junkie and like a lotta sh-t funny

i ain’t on the top yet, i can’t stop yet, i gotta keep comin’
i want that n-ggas thinkin’ that i hit the lottery money
and when them b-tches ain’t got faith, you just gotta keep stuntin’
‘cause when we walk inside the function, it soon to be jumpin’

the way he hoppin’ out that foreign, it gotta be comfy
i want that “i’ma make the whole hood proud of me” money
are you proud of me, mama?
are you proud of me, mama?

so i ain’t make the honor roll
and i ain’t graduate, but i been on a roll
i made a bag today, i got it on my own, yeah
no, i just had to say, “we did this on our own”, yeah

since we was kids, we been so far away from home
jumped off that porch, i didn’t even know we was gon’ be known
and can somebody get obama on the phone
‘cause my lil’ brother got a million dollar bond

i’m with double 0-7, i ain’t talk with james bond
and for my n-ggas trappin’ out of acres homes
tryna write [?] jerome
remember eatin’ chicken ‘til i d-mn near bit the bone
[?] got that b-tch, you know i got you, right or wrong

my n-gga, forever ride wit’ ‘em
and i swear to god, lately i been in my feelings
tryna keep these hoes out my business
can’t wait to say that i did it

when i go get that bentley, i’ma give that b-tch to 860
and that’s on my brudda ’nem

‘cause you took 12 from me
middle finger to the 12 from me
promise i be movin’ carefully
givin’ the boof the best of me, my family the rest of me

you know we be in these streets like sesame
when these n-ggas envy me, it better me
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh

[outro]
d-mn, let me let the beat breath, d-mn
yeah, i know you want me baby, but you don’t need me
and these n-ggas be feelin’ like i make this sh-t look easy, huh
but i swear it really ain’t
i done lost a lot of money to the streets, n-gga
not ‘til baby
nah, literally
and to my n-ggas, all i got for you is faith
a couple of y’all been supportin’ me
but i swear to god, we still goin’
uh
naturally, you don’t forget that baby
naturally, yeah

- d flowers

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