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letra de if it wasn't - defnotbio

[chorus]
if it wasn’t for god or my squad, my mom and my pops
then where would i be?
if it wasn’t for the gun in my palm
i’d be in a box with dirt over me
if it wasn’t for my brain or my thoughts, my grind and my guap
then where would i be?

[verse 1]
i could’ve been dead a long time ago
they tryna knock me over like some dominoes
i got some enemies, i’m sure my mama knows
you won’t see me in that coffin, f-ck a common cold
sorry it took me so long to get back on my grind but i had to recuperate
got back in the driver seat, now my hands up on two and eight
you talkin’ sh-t about me but we don’t even communicate
i’m chasin’ bread so my pockets ain’t losin’ weight
they did him so foul
they ain’t givin’ sp-ce like he soulchild
as a youngin’, they told him to go wild
but he winnin’, so now they like, “slow down”
push him off the cliff, like a window, he rolled down
they heard that i’m him like a pr-noun
i wouldn’t be who i am if it wasn’t for my hometown
every line is so heavy, they couldn’t pick it up just like the phone down
[chorus]
if it wasn’t for god or my squad, my mom and my pops
then where would i be?
if it wasn’t for the gun in my palm
i’d be in a box with dirt over me
if it wasn’t for my brain or my thoughts, my grind and my guap
then where would i be?

[verse 2]
i been workin’ nonstop, what the f-ck is a day off?
i was known to slide like a playground
they ain’t see my hard times just like they ray charles
you gotta put in work all the time, so don’t wait ’til the play-offs
i lost faith in some people but god wasn’t one of them
i knew that he had my back when i was f-ckin’ up
he was sayin’ that the road is bumpy, so i better buckle up
people switchin’ sides, be armed around yo’ team, no huddle-up
when they need some help, they’ll treat you like a god and summon ya
they gon’ check up on you if they really f-ck wit’ ya
if you feel some type of way then trust ya gut
ya heart isn’t gonna tell you when trouble come, be ready to knuckle up
my gun is the reason i’m still alive
these people be fake and reality been a lie
i know my worth, so you see me with a bit of ice
i’ma k!ll you for the ones that i’m givin’ life
[chorus]
if it wasn’t for god or my squad, my mom and my pops
then where would i be?
if it wasn’t for the gun in my palm
i’d be in a box with dirt over me
if it wasn’t for my brain or my thoughts, my grind and my guap
then where would i be?

- defnotbio

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