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letra de 80's baby freestyle - deep green

[verse]
i’ve been sitting here wondering
how kids in this day and age are still suffering
i used to struggle to get bus fare till i started hustling
now i don’t ever catch the bus again
riding in my own lane, thinking bout them old days
as a yout i never thought that i would own a gold chain
had me quite a few but now i’m feeling like i’m done with that
but if i catch you slipping man, that’s suttin i ain’t running back
n-ggas they just love to chat, tell ’em “go and suck your dad”
got suttin for them if they’re thinking suttin’s up with that
cah fam i grind hard till there’s nothing left
cutting trees up, scissor hands like johnny depp
now we them n-ggas that the feds target
nosy neighbours all thе time are tryna press chargеs
want a n-gga locked, i.p.p
sat up in the pad all day smoking g.v
eating noodles, watching tv
feeling sorry for myself, asking god to free me
but i could deal with the consequences
but brudda you can’t so please stop pretending
are you down to roll? really down to pound your load?
or when it kicks off are you that n-gga running down the road?
if you are i don’t really think you’re bout the roads
so best you get a nine-to-five becah it’s time to go
in this rap sh-t i ain’t tryna blow
i’m focused on making sh-t vanish, call me dynamo
but brudda i ain’t no magician
been through a lot of green so i ain’t known for spitting
spent my time around cats and i ain’t talking kittens
foot patrol handing numbers out, lonely missions
i don’t talk sh-t, i ain’t keith lemon
i died age six and i ain’t seen heaven
but i’ve seen h-ll, i can’t even dream well
para that the yard be getting l!cked becah the green smells
though we ain’t one to be scared
we built our own sh-t cah we some entrepreneurs
first rollie that i copped, it had the bezel fluted
this second one, it got them emerald jewels in
so n-gga best you up your swag
and don’t be tryna brag about a watch that costs a couple bags
anyway i’ma change the subject, i’m a major suspect
two years on bail so my pain ain’t done yet
see my face is upset, feel to blaze a dumb fed
round more bloodshed
real talk i wanna get away, praying for a better day
hope the next time i answer bail i’m getting nfa
so i can go and celebrate
blueberry grade, mad waved sipping remy straight
no half a gram, sniffing in the party fam
they the type of n-ggas i don’t really like to par with man
cah i only roll with real n-ggas that will bark the strap
no time for arguments, this suttin’s gonna argue back
shout my n-gga rambo, armani man
and that n-gga o.j. is kinda barmy fam
i’ve got love for my somali man
step in broomhall, it’s like i’m walking in somaliland

- deep green

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