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letra de blood sweat & tears - don q

[intro]
(yung lan on the track)
(hunnid bands for a kilo, n-gga)

[verse 1]
when it’s all said and done
i’ll be here to shut up the critics, when they all said i’m done
i was lost in the slums (yeah)
how the f-ck you give me a fork when you offer me crumbs?
promise i ain’t takin’ no loss, i ain’t forfeitin’ nothin’
this sh-t ain’t k!lled me, it made me strong (made me strong)
m told me that i got it, it’s just gon’ take me long (take me long)
sometimes it’s hard to get spotted, when all this weight is on (weight is on)
we play the hallway, two in the morn’
and broad day shootin’ is just norm’
i’m paranoid in the coupe, the roof usually on
keep me a glocky just for the opps (for the opps)
and the ones i be ridin’ with, got no [?] (ain’t got no [?])
seen a n-gga get in the game, ’til it’s [?] actin’ strange and he took a [?] (yeah)
who the f-ck you supposed to trust when your homies’ll do you filthy?
no witness or co-defedant, it’s harder to prove you guilty (yeah)
whenever we in the trenches, just know that we movin’ [?]
a couple kruger and two .40’s, only b-tches who defend me (yeah)

[chorus]
i gave my blood, sweat and tears in my passion (tears in my passion)
and if i die today, it’s okay my legacy’ll be everlastin’ (legacy’ll be everlastin’)
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah)
[verse 2]
where i’m from gunshots bring the satisfaction (satisfaction)
we don’t speak on it, don’t trust a n-gga that ask what happened (ask what happened)
survival of the trenches, man you gotta adapt to [?]
and you get [?] for the he-rs-s, goin’ back at that patty [?] (woah)
it’s crazy we beat them charges, i’m walkin’ out the courtroom victorious (victorious)
i’m tryna be an artist that’s gon’ go out notorious (notorious)
if he [?] talkin’, i hope he can turn into morpheus
i heard some n-ggas sayin’ it’s war with us (what?)
we ain’t callin’ no peace street
i remember seein’ shootouts, n-gga it was like three weeks (three weeks)
on the look out, watchin’ every car that seem creep (seem creep)
opps tryna plot, so we locked and load (locked and load)
cops lock you in a box, man you cross the [?]
my pain never mattered, i don’t know why vote (why vote?)
i pray [?] political later (political later)
but all the presidents are like that, they [?] on more paper
stoppin’ when the light red, get you sent to your maker (yeah)

- don q

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