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letra de since 14 - dlu kemp

young comin up i was raised in the trap
yeah that glock 19 it was raised in my lap
always dead cold when it came to this rap
i was thrown in the jungle had to learn to adapt
(life will do)? ain’t no water in the tap
had to husle up some food makin money wit a strap
bull you ain’t a shooter you just talkin on the app
sayin how you finna k!ll me but ain’t even tryna scr-p
since 14 totin choppa wit a bean
double clips so (fine)? make a grown man scream
runnin through these b-tches f-ckin up they self-esteem
don’t be f-ckin with brothers or the chop’ll intervene
yeah i dropped out of school then i wеnt and grabbed a 9
havin dope boys move i was watchin from bеhind
(trick up with a p shot of honey in his spine)?
ain’t no way im finna let somebody take a thing of mine
let me back up
better keep the strap tucked
i got 20 other shooters who been tryna act up
don’t come in the club if you tryna act tough
i got a brand new glock that’ll shut ya ass up
yeah i been broke ain’t n0body gave a f-ck
if you lookin for some money get yo asses out of lo’
hoes didn’t want me now the tryna hit me up
doin wrong every time soon as i’mm about to buss
ion need friends ion need fake lo’
errytime they say the love you they just make that sh-t up
don’t be comin round me you can say that fake stuff
you done f-cked me over once and betrayed that trust
these b-tches for the streets never break that code
and remember to be quick if you about to reload
i done lost everything i been down that road
yeah that struggle something that i wish i never had to know
squeezin on the 9 wish i never had to blow
but he kept on talkin sh-t so his (hatience)? had to go
since 14 i was bangin with some pros
i was trappin on the block steady tryna make some dough
ain’t no way i’m (covered)? man that b-tch is just ho’
my homie smokin meth and it started with a bowl
i just hit a million, twenty-thousand was the goal
yeah i hit em wit the choppa he ain’t finna make it home
one two three got a strap on me
i got 2 bad b-tches wit they ass on me
i got fifty thousand dollars just in cash on me
ain’t no way a b-tch can see if they gon pass on me
since 14 had a strap on me
yeah (yes)? really f-ck the fame i want cash only
tryna get a bag for my dead homies
and its for my babygirl daddy loves you only

- dlu kemp

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