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letra de made it worse - dave east

[hook]
i don’t complain, i make it work
i know about pain, i’m from the dirt
i was stuck on the block, i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin’ the cops
the money only made it worse
money only made it worse
i just bought my b-tch a purse
n-gg-s gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my n-gg-s touch a million before i leave this earth
[verse 1]
now they asking me my worth
them n-gg-s gr-ss, i’m turf
foreign drop on crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt
i’d done played the backseat, only one thought, n-gg-s get murked
i wake up and go to work
put my closest homie in a he-rs-
taking pictures with my thumbs up
my baby mamma hate my lifestyle
my lawyer told me put the guns up but he don’t understand my life wild
blowin’ racks up in night town
pray the plug bring the price down
i was on the phone with[?]
told him i’m in north, met him up in nice town
blue faces need em right now
fear of god and amiri mix
on point like a pyramid
might catch a body while you hearing this
look in my eyes and i’m serious
you n-gg-s is trash period
gettin’ head in a benz while i’m steering it
just make sure you don’t leave no witnessess
period
[hook]
i don’t complain, i make it work
i know about pain, i’m from the dirt
i was stuck on the block, i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin’ the cops
the money only made it worse
money only made it worse
i just bought my b-tch a purse
n-gg-s gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my n-gg-s touch a million before i leave this earth
[verse 2]
before i even leave the city i got n-gg-s telling me that i’m a legend
before i went and got a car before i got a crib i went and got a weapon
free my n-gg-s in the state yard, when i talk i know that they get the messege
treat the block like it’s tetris
all this guap got her naked
lotta n-gg-s talking drug-rap
honestly i never jack that
couldn’t ask em where a pack at
lord knows what’s in my bag-pack
i was in the projects, all the scammers, all the felons and the rats at
i don’t even get a cat nap
nightmares, me eating jack mack
long nights in a cell, talk to dre-mac, till my n-gg- get back
rafaello got my wrist wrapped
in a kitchen watching pooch whip that
buncha baggies in a zip-lock
only one thought gotta get back
baby brother got a good shot, price on ya head he gon hit that
homie sit back
[hook]
i don’t complain, i make it work
i know about pain, i’m from the dirt
i was stuck on the block, i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin’ the cops
the money only made it worse
i just bought my b-tch a purse
n-gg-s gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my n-gg-s touch a million before i leave this earth

- dave east

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