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letra de 01. gone with the wind - dotty

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dotty:

them man there making cake i need a piece of that
but i ain’t tryna make no money less i want my own in fact
in fact being selfless is what held me back
cos all the selfish n-ggas that i know they gotta the maddest stack
but they ain’t got no loyalty or friends
paranoia’s made them keep their tints up in the ends
their tryna blendin’
and not be seen by the ones years back they called their team
cos when that fake love you show dries up they all want your cream
i’m tryna cram so much sh-t into my 24
i’ve seen black boys making moves on old bashers at 24
now i need a mic back then i needed 28 grams times 9 on both sides
need the nitty’s now i need the fans
i wrote some trap on the way to mummy mo’s
it’s crazy how i call her mummy and still shot her stones
but she ain’t my mum though
but that don’t justify the situation she’s someone’s mum
but i really need to make my papers
i don’t shot green no more but when i did i sold acres
i can still get the dirt cheap i got a h-lla flavours
i’ve done sold almost every drug i’ve gone through h-lla phases
switched up my cars like trainers i had some jealous neighbours
i was 19 in a car worth more than all their savings
a young fly boy stunting gimme my f-cking ratings
i’m on route to my words me in the gold mine
no nerves when it’s show time
where’s the mic sh-t it’s go time
charlie rose:

i been gone money like the sun
on my, i been gone all my life i’m gone
i could be under your skin
i used to hold onto things
and now those somethings are nothing
i let that go with the wind

dotty:

you say you love me that could be just words
it could be the perks if you ain’t see me at my worst
then i can’t trust to put you first
i’m tryna stack it like my daughters lego
brick on top of brick on some construction levels
split it with the team we get it unassembled
peddling these pebbles til the chain bust
we built this on our own man can’t say other n-ggas made us
like why the f-ck you think we so tight?
this sh-t been planned the whole time
from doing s-x on the mini disc with rave kid
talking grown sh-t at young ages
my n-gga 17 he had to pay the pages
doing grown sh-t at young ages
what you talkin’ about?
when they know about no handouts and favours
only living life now i’ve been driven
in bros car listening to drives from the zipper
boxes juggin out my n-gga favour
and i’m just tryna keep up with the changing
charlie rose:

i been gone money like the sun
on my, i been gone all my life i’m gone
i could be under your skin
i used to hold onto things
and now those somethings are nothing
i let that go with the wind