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letra de trap vs pain - deep green

[verse]
if my mind was the product then my pen is the digis
this no pack could be my cling, let me wrap up some pictures
imma give ’em away, let you hit it for free
i guarantee once you’ve tried it you’ll be f-cking with me
without buj there’s no crack, without crack there’s no buj
without good there’s no bad, without bad there’s no good
when the hood’s in a man you can’t take the man out the hood
my blood type is double o.g., got the life of a thug
i told my n-gga gem “we won’t go through a drought”
i’m seeing box after box like i’m moving house
and mine and your story ain’t the same
ain’t no rap money went towards my rollie or my chain
i ain’t snorting up no caine
fat zoot, rolling up my grade
light it up and clouds growing from my face
i came through with loubs on, nigz had giuseppes
knee deep in the dirt, we should be wearing wellies
ayy look i had to put my pain on pause
cah the trap never sleeps, forever breaking laws
breaking doors, rush the crib, break his jaw
that’s the crop regime, i was slanging out them eighths as draws
i be shouting “f-ck feds” while blowing on my ganja
they did mark dirty and done the same to yasser
shoot first, talk later but still there ain’t no answer
to me that’s my brudda, to them he’s just a gangster
make my lord be my witness
look i was frozen in winters
but now i pose for them pictures
like f-ck the law, we’re some winners
n-ggas rapping bout some sh-t that they’ve never done
i’ve levelled up, i’m up six drinking 7 up
let me unpause my pain, sixteen kicked out into the pouring rain
no money for the bus, i did the walk of shame
now when i step into my trap that’s like the hall of fame
nitties always call my name
pain on top of pain, look i’ve got sh-t loads
i flip o’s, tryna creep on my tiptoes
i’m a fly boy and yeah your b-tch knows
into the pot, that’s where the brick goes
whip, whip, whip until my wrist goes
try not to breathe in the fumes, my brudda nigz knows
my wrist glows, diamonds dancing like a disco
danny wants a tick, i told him “not tonight”
he’s asking for a one-on-one like he wants a fight
i’ve got my strap, i don’t tussle
but i ain’t asking for trouble
a hundred racks in my duffle
i swear that guap ain’t light
so i be in the lab, i’m like dexter
nitty came with new cats and left with something extra
crumble in my blues, i love the texture
lester, that’s the name we’re all gonna remember
i’m in the graveyard, the day after december
puffing on this ember
your birthday’s the month before september
grave’s always fresh, they don’t neglect you
flowers getting switched up, never left to fester
look i ain’t settling for pennies, a stack of tens and them twenties
and if i’m signing a deal, make sure my percentage is heavy
they mention me plenty, i left the stench from the berries
and i be shouting “up six” till i’m dead and i’m buried

- deep green

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