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letra de false statements - db.boutabag

[intro]
(saul, ooh)

[verse 1]
i ain’t worried ’bout these b-tches, only worried ’bout my cake
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout progressin’, baby, get up out my face
lately, i been feelin’ pain, really tryna do the race
i been stayin’ in my lane, say middle finger to the snakes
when you start to get the money, start to see that n-ggas fake
always talk behind your back, then wanna smile in your face
n-ggas droppin’ false statements on my name like they g-y
’til i really get to trippin’, call my brothers, press play
you ain’t never woke up and made bands, what a day
klockin’ klocks to the face, then i end it with some face
n-ggas always on the ‘net, they speakin’ on me, what you say?
yeah, i grew up in iraq, so get the f-ck up out my face
i ain’t politic back then, so i don’t politic today
i’m from sac, not the bay, let’s get this sh-t straight
yeah, i f-cked a couple n-ggas’ b-tches, what you got to say?
couple n-ggas f-cked my b-tches too, it happen every day

[interlude]
ain’t no school for this sh-t, stupid
ain’t no school for this sh-t
you gotta be smart enough to pick up the information as you go
now the crazy sh-t is n-ggas’ll look like you doin’ somethin’ wrong, what i do wrong?
now motherf-ckers say you crazy, n-ggas call me crazy
you know what i be sayin’ to ’em when they say that?
n-ggas say i’m crazy, i be thinkin’, “yup”
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[verse 2]
bottom line, i’m ’bout my bag and i ain’t livin’ day-to-day
i know india lookin’ down, she see me gettin’ all this cake
i was broke, so every day, i’m livin’ like my birthday
two klocks in this ‘wood, i’m smokin’ in the worst way
out of all the b-tches top me, your b-tch gave the worst face
they hate to see a n-gga winnin’, so they make the worst face
brodie, the word of today is “cake”
don’t let me see that bucket load, i get to chippin’ its paint
i said it’s good, it’s really not, what the f-ck did you think?
i know i’m gettin’ old, mama, and this sh-t ain’t the same
i know my daddy ain’t the best, but i ain’t changin’ my name
me and my brothers gettin’ to it, i ain’t changin’ my gang
i know these b-tches say they love me, but they givin’ up brain
to them n-ggas clout chasin’, put respect on my name
i think them n-ggas only mad because they life ain’t changed
they see me workin’, see me grindin’ nonstop every day
and i ain’t never hated n-ggas, why put salt on my name?
why put salt on my name?
and i ain’t never hated n-ggas, why put salt on my name?
why put salt on my name? gone

- db boutabag

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