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letra de showtime - deep green

[hook]
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
i done spent my whole life
stuck up on these cold nights n-gga
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
cause i done spent my whole life
i done spent my whole life trapped

[verse 1]
trapped in the trap, there ain’t no getting out
but now they’re telling mе this rap could be my ticket out
i just need to stick at it
but same timе, my two sons, they need feeding
this rap ain’t making sh-t happen, i had to get my sh-t cracking
i need a six figure deal for me to sign to even quit trapping
so for now i be strictly bout this food
cause i ain’t getting nowhere with only fifty thousand views
shoots keep on ringing, spoons and them syringes
i tell ’em “clean up cause some yutes could get injured”
trapper with a conscience, the booth’s straight secondary g
but take me in cause i ain’t chatting any nonsense
this hustle got me puzzled like an exam
cats owe me money, think they’re clever checking next man
too many people say i’m soon to blow
but i can’t even leave the ends to even reach the studio
[hook]
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
i done spent my whole life
stuck up on these cold nights n-gga
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
cause i done spent my whole life
i done spent my whole life trapped

[verse 2]
late nights in the base, about quarter to three
trimming all this weed, me and gen due to fall asleep
these scissors won’t cut becah they’re caked in green
need to find some more, i’m on a mission like katy b
i’ve got trap dreams bigger than my rap dreams
pack scene, big enough to sit ’em on the backseat
so many n-ggas seem to chase but never catch dreams
should be looking for a wife, instead they want a trap queen
a little bit of gold, now they wanna know me
but when i had nowt they didn’t wanna know me
but i don’t care about these jewels round my neck
all that matters is the arms of my yutes round my neck
i be true to my set, true till my death
got that true religion taste so that truth’s in my breath
i can’t imagine giving speeches at the mobos
but i can picture linking fiends with this coco
[hook]
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
i done spent my whole life
stuck up on these cold nights n-gga
they’re telling me it’s showtime
should i leave the roadside n-gga?
cause i done spent my whole life
i done spent my whole life trapped

- deep green

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