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letra de hour glass - don trip

[intro]
sh-t
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

[verse]
i keep my head in the sky with a rifle in my hand
the only thing i pray is if i ain’t a good n-gga, god strike me where i stand
broke my heart in half, heard my partner took the stand
and wrote on his brother, even i can’t understand
but the game is what the game is, i guess
if you live by the mac-10, you die by the tec
k!ll for the paper, even die ’bout respect
i came close a couple times, but i survived nonethеless
i been broke beforе and i ain’t scared to admit
i’m a nike sweatband, i’m on your head for the check
pay me what you owe, b-tch, i’m headed up your steps
’bout to ring your doorbell, ho, i’m here to collect
me and mama ain’t spoke in months, don’t know if it’s pride or what
hopin’ that we both can reconcile ‘fore our time is up
stayin’ at my baby’s, now i know what i’m grindin’ for
i’m bettin’ on myself, baby, i’m just tryin’ my luck
let’s roll the dice and see, you n-ggas ain’t bought nothin’
i’ll make an income no matter the outcome
the vultures come circlin’ around when the drought come
pistol on me, i’m a man even without one
pistol on me, sorry, i ain’t leavin’ without one
if you ready to box, you get shot, n-gga, round one
now watch the ref count to ten
you can’t box your way up out the box you goin’ in
the homie got caught with a switch, that n-gga through
the judge ’bout to give his black ass the switcheroo
you know you can’t hide from your problems like peek-a-boo
sometimes you can’t see your way out ’til you see it through
tomorrow ain’t never been promised to me or you
and it’s a cemetery full of n-ggas case you needed proof
signed and sealed from me to you, yeah, i stamped it
life ain’t come with no instructions or no pamphlet
and you just gotta wing it
they say it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sing it
some people tried to set up roadblocks, i took the scenic
my body’s exhausted from fightin’ all my demons
sorry, i was taught to point the pistols, not fingers
a whole bunch of jealous-ass rappers on my p-n-s
so i’m either a villain or a motherf-ckin’ g*nius
i don’t know what rest is, although i might need it
from chasin’ all my dreams even when i’m not dreamin’
[outro]
yeah
from chasin’ all my dreams even when i’m not dreamin’
yeah
from chasin’ all my—, bae, yeah
bunch of rappers, uh, uh, on my p-n-s
either i’m a villain or a motherf-ckin’ g*nius
i don’t know what rest is, although i might need it
from chasin’ all my dreams even when i’m not dreamin’
long live pif
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

- don trip

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