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letra de off track - damjonboi

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[intro]
hm

[verse]
it been a minute, but i’m back
who really loyal in your clique? you the stack
i’m a motherf-ckin’ legend where i’m from, that’s a fact
they ain’t even wanna let us in the function, we strapped
i’ve been tryna stay focused, but some sh-t got me off track
hm, let me speak on it
redbone just pulled up from georgia, got a peach on her
it’s kinda hard to digest that plate when you got beef on it
do it for my kids and the people that would sleep on me
poured a deuce of quagen with a baddie, went to sleep on her
trickin’ for that paper, you can still smell the streets on her
the way that she be suckin’, you would think that there ain’t no t–th on her
beefin’ with some n-ggas, f-ck a bag, i put a beat on ’em
it’s a couple n-ggas i love that been playin’ it weird
when it was time to eat, who told you to pull up a chair?
i’m from the city where the youngest n-ggas catchin’ stains
you would trade your player card in for some fame
put my life on it, but i ain’t get sh-t back but pain
when it all boils down, i remained the same
i love my uncles, all they ever did was give me game
i took the game that they gave me and i made a name
now that i think about it, n-ggas never was pure
i done lost everybody i had love for
just seen my brother in that bed fightin’ for his life
i ain’t think it was your time, this sh-t got me tight
i got love for old girl, but she ain’t my type
sh-t, just hold a n-gga down, we gon’ be alright
i pop pills and go to sleep when i get on a flight
soon as i land, where that juice at? i need a pint
hit the mall and ball from the times i ain’t have sh-t
she want neimans, i left s-m-n on a bad b-tch
tryna be faithful, that’s a test that i ain’t pass yet
gave the p-ssy fast, i ain’t tell her it was trash yet
styrofoam purple, drip throwed in off-white
paid the b-tch for her time, now she got an off night
i can’t lie, i seen a few n-ggas get rich off white
baby got her own pape, yeah, you a boss type
let me get back on my grizzy, i’ve been bullsh-ttin’
left pocket full of blues like i’m straight crippin’
n-ggas know i rep that 5, but what else is new?
hatin’ on your family, that’s some sh-t i can’t do
n-ggas playin’ tough roles, that just ain’t you
let’s get a bag, let me show you what pape’ do
leave a n-gga top red like the state troops
(got a bag, she can show you what that pape’ do, nah, for real)

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