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letra de i sware - daylyt

[verse]
y’all don’t understand the world i come from
standing in the room with the blood guzzling is scary
but i’m prepared for conversation
tell the other side i got the patience, [?] hospital visits and doctors racin’
[?], ain’t sh-t new under the sun
same shooter different gun, it’s the sum of the slum
wise up i’m too stuck in my ways
[?] make me uncomfortable, f-ck it i’m crazy
keep driving up central
put it in neutral knowing i ain’t on neutral grounds
i know there some n-ggas who feelin’ mutual
like meechy, i see you, we preach in the dms daily
posting baby pictures, we hope our babies get the picture
maybe it’s just the scriptures who lay these laws
i know that the scripture filled with ladies lost
simile, timothy, that create these walls in homegirl’s head
they fight for the lost n-gga, they cry when they lose him
their big homie left with a child while raised in the system
continue to cycle like yo pop k!llers don’t pop up
they get raised baptist then [?] with no guidance
like i feel there’s no guiding our section
n-ggas grow up guarding they rep
but still fight with the garden
we must lit the cigar then, get to talking like bosses
don’t roll by the hoods, n-gga go buy the hood
we been in that lab for years missed out on a lot of money
we done lost a lot of homies
making it out is like playing lottery with only dollars
some homies have forty problems, some homies have forty problems
problems when we lost forty jewelers [?]
like, why? n-ggas still squabin’, typical [?], watch this
no way to stop this, plot this
some of the homies with the [?] watch the ones who live in compton but they rep the hood
get off on imperial station comfortable like that section good
know them pjs waiting but they ain’t worried, they walk right in that police station
big homies was snitchin’
we ain’t do a lot of reading
seen ’em tagging hood logos
the hood had no goals
other side of the track was a no-go
get jumped with the sticks, it ain’t pogo
in the box that’s where the pole goes, scream “yolo”
homies will line them up like a yo-yo
in the photo with a fo-fo, take the photo
i can’t picture us survivin’
we was strivin’ to get foes though
robberies let the mafia ray let it up
let us up out of this sinkhole
guys extorting victims
i hope god abort this mission, ain’t no god abort this mission
we fend for ourselves like mermaids
defeated permanently, n-ggas fishy, wishy-washy moments
earning a grave, permanent fade, they robbed the barber too
this sh-t is colder than a barbeque
still flock the barber’s daughter’s room, the homies took her barbie house
no questions asked with no motives
how do you expect us to last with last options?
we laugh to cover our smiles
take life, put n-ggas under cover
get life, ’cause n-ggas undercover
cover up ratchet b-tch in the covers, let your brother f-ck her
f-cking motherf-cker, f-ck your mother if she bad too
some mamas used to be woo-wops
who got you to have them kids, is yo mama tragic?
you grew up with wretches cause your mama ratchet
they say it’s a bus to better living, i’ma try to catch it
they say it’s a bus to better living, i’ma try to catch it

- daylyt

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