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letra de rock my crowd - da ca$e aka ya boy

intro
hood boy’s, streets, check

chorus
i’m down in this music i wanna count my bread
k!lled my own time when i’m rappin instead
got street hommies they say i’m on master piece
i shouldn’t stay back i got put the faith on it
whoa for the love of the game i created my rhymes
only specified time for me then i rock my crowd
for the love the game i created my rhymes
only specified time for me then i rock my crowd

verses
uh it all started when a black boy tryna have it all
met n-gg-s on the scene who used to do it for long
got reaped, spitted some rhymes on the recent
it was current though i bring it on as a paste tense
i take on the lay out i tryna recall my five sense
did this sh-t on my role i named it five days
exceptional is hard but the game said i should stay
cuz i recite it tight like hood boyz in a rap state
murder in the cage only pleaded to whoever next
i just hit ‘em all to the fact they got me as da case
so if i land in a club i sale rhymes to blow the stress
cuz maybe that’s wat i meant for as the time chase
dreamers chased out while set rhymes to paint cloud
i still fell for the crowd that’s wat is left for the rap life
catch up in big stories, we mood the f-ck on other side
same boys different sh-t we told hustle is the new guideline

verses

uh it’s a major key for the living dreamin disguise
so far let me gain respect and tell the consequence
thug life i’m in for living tryna work under bas-m-nt
kid on the grind let me catch you echo-wise on the sound
put this motion together my case is really going down
gotta bleed as free style i know you seen the clique around
got it from old school man no hesitations sniff the rhyme
catch the boy’s primacy like biggie smalls in the 95
sh-t really amazin hood boyz we on the count down
though it changes in many cases this time bail ain’t denied
out from cell break the walls f-ck the h-ll road
yeah man real sh-t is discovered from different spots
goons play close who gives a sh-t i rather switch my toes
numbers up doors open man i reach for the throne
n-gg-s actin drowns cuz they don’t expect me to get blown
lord knows who thought i could wear these gold stones

- da cae aka ya boy

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