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letra de i got it - dej loaf

[intro]
what up, family?
tryna wake ’em up cousin
i say r.i.p. to my cousin
tryna wake ’em up cousin

[verse 1]
walking devil, i be feeling like jesus
i don’t know much about that bible, never felt like i need it
i told my mom that i got her, when i make it we even
for all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin’
i miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me?
i had so much sh-t to tell her, d-mn man, i still can’t believe it
we balling out, nah, we ain’t up in no bleachers
you hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers
cause we own now and we grown now
first million, go and tell ’em it’s on now
i still sip arizonas
and i do this sh-t for all of my loners
screaming to the top of my lungs like “mama, i’mma make it”
gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience
just stay in your lane, f-ck anybody hatin’
love don’t love n0body so don’t worry about datin’
just worry about dej whether you singing or you rappin’
all these b-tches got opinions
cause you f-cking over half ’em
anybody want war it ain’t sh-t to get it crackin’
cause n-gga where i’m from they use alleys for the caskets
i’m not tryna promote violence, a lot of sh-t be on my conscience
never been baptized, i got demons in my body
and i pray from time to time, i be like “lord, get ’em off me”
i just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money
don’t n0body keep it real, half these rappers is phony
they ain’t really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach
i don’t merge in n-ggas’ lanes, i got tunnel vision
f-ck a buffalo stud no pun intended
it’s so hard, i still play it like pun existed (big pun)
teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions
look, all y’all fraud n-ggas, all y’all broad n-ggas
and most of ’em foul, that’s exactly why i charge b-tches
my n-ggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it
you got a team full of ball hoggers and soft n-ggas
scared to let your mans ball, these n-ggas ken dolls
i’mma put me on then put my friends off
n-ggas try to talk to me, i put ’em in that friend zone
sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the timbs on
we be off the hen-dog, don’t chase it for nothing
and you be on that bullsh-t, basically fronting
i’m basically running, anything go in front me
try to stop me, i go crazy, i get to clicking and dumping
i probably leave a n-gga boiling like chickens and dumplings
cornbread, cabbage, soul food, i’ll blow up your m-ffin
f-ck it, all i want is checks with them commas with no drama
respect, loyalty, money and power
round table, we gon’ eat like them mobsters
i’m a monster, this music sh-t it come so easy, i got it
b-tch, i got it, oh, i got it
b-tch i got it
it come so easy, i got it
i got it
ibgm
yeah, we got it, we got it

- dej loaf

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