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letra de from cradle to grave - don trip & pif

[intro: pif]
yeah
(dtdakidd)
ayy
(beat those drums)

[verse 1: pif]
f-ck fearin’ the dog, better beware of the owner (owner)
a lot of n-ggas talk down, but they don’t really want it (they don’t want it)
they be the same n-ggas hidin’ when they see me comin’ (same n-ggas)
i guess they won’t be satisfied ’til i creep up on ’em (brrat)
so it’s f-ck how you’re feelin’, f-ck who get offended (f-ck ’em)
if you feel a certain way, that was my intentions (haha)
you won’t take me out alive, so p-ssy, come and get me (come and gеt me)
just know whoever comin’ for mе (what?) comin’ with me (brrat, brrat)
they can’t stop me, so they hate the [?][0:52]
i’ma make sure i make ’em hate me more (hate me more)
and let ’em know my mama ain’t raise a ho (nah)
see, you wanna break the code (break)
i’m tryna shake the globe (shake)
you better save yourself (save)
’cause i cannot save a soul (no)
either you’re part of the play or you’re in the way (way)
i just took ben frank’ on a dinner date (date)
f-ck n-ggas, i eliminate (oh yeah)
the only way the money generate (woo, woo)
just ’cause he ’round don’t make him your homie (nah)
you’re welcome to shine, just don’t get caught in the moment (d-mn)
feel like i could win a race i ain’t enter
i’m playin’ point guard and center (ayy)
this the beginning, by any means, i’ma get it (get it)
b-tch, if i said it, i meant it (meant it)
b-tch, i’m a boss, i turned my brand to a business (let’s go)
i’m ’bout to run up a ticket (ayy)
ball like bibby, goin’ hard on these b-tches (ayy-ayy, ayy)
and i’m goin’ fast ’til i’m finished, b-tch
[verse 2: don trip]
yeah, yeah
i’m goin’ fast ’til i finish, i hope i don’t end up in prison from all this pitchin’
don’t believe nothin’ i read and i don’t believe nothin’ i see on television
some of y’all n-ggas won’t get it, goin’ through hard times sometimes k!ll a n-gga spirit
stackin’ up all my pennies, one life to live while tryna feed all my children
gettin’ this money my mission, send a shout out to my digi’, hugs and kisses
been a long time since i had to break a brick down, this time, all my dope in my lyrics
i’m so fly when i kick it, [?][1:53], i defy physics
even in a leap year, i still keep that sig p365 in my britches
somebody stop this n-gga, let anybody make it to the top, just not this n-gga
i do what i want, that’s one thing that these rappers did not consider
people so used to gettin’ spoon-fed lies, if we feed them the truth, that sh-t might k!ll ’em
ain’t too cool to dance, in real life, n-gga, i just ain’t got no rhythm, ha
two left feet, two-clip trip, .223
i got a motherf-ckin’ grocery list of what f-ck n-ggas claim they gon’ do to me
wild wild west, kool moe dee, home depot my toolery
you’ll get chose like a groupie b-tch if it ever come down to you or me
your igloo ain’t cool as me, i sold more dope than super d
glock 9 with the hair trigger like my pistol goin’ through p-b-rty
f-ck you thought, humor me, sold more o’s than lumidee
i was just a teenager movin’ that x like i’m f-ckin’ jubilee

[outro: don trip]
long live pif

- don trip pif

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