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letra de 55 bars (intro) - drego

[intro]
(i got exotic pack)
man

[verse]
this fame, it ain’t tangible
don’t let the money damage you
i had to quit my job ’cause i wasn’t managable
i had to put my back against the wall, that’s what that jam’ll do
you keep talkin’ sl!ck, we gon’ catch you slippin’, we gon’ handle you
p-ssy n-gga
your b-tch wanna give me that tw-t, so keep it pushin’, pimpin’
i got hustle, i don’t need mics, i ain’t scottie pippen, uh
it take a third off that n-gga body if that shotty clip him, uh
it’ll split a n-gga in half if that chopper spittin’, uh
got my daddy slavin’, workin’ for the white man
i’m like tom brady, i throw bullets with my right hand
my n-gga fightin’ cases back to back, he think he tyson
these n-ggas sleeped my n-gga right beside him like a nightstand
he just waitin’ on that head nod so he can snipe ’em
you ain’t wrong if you right, but you wrong, n-gga, if you writin’
these kids ain’t even goin’ to school no more, they wanna see violence, huh
they lackin’ the knowledge, huh
they ain’t got no guidance
the ogs told me go the other way, your flow the nicest
who would’ve ever thought the words i spoke, that they’d be priceless
but i’m still callin’ the plug and tell him gon’ ‘head, send the kite in
focus on the reup, already addin’ the prices
distractin’ the guard so my n-gga can sneak the pipe in
we heard the opps in here, we might smoke ’em before the night end
but they played this sh-t cool, so we gon’ play it bool, but
if they make a move, then them n-ggas makin’ the news, uh
we was young and vicious, we known for breakin’ the rules, uh
n-ggas on social media typin’, frontin’ they moves, huh
we just got this drop from this b-tch, so we ’bout to move, huh
spin around the block, if you catch him, leave him on snooze, huh
n-ggas got some nerve, huh
leave ’em on the curb, uh
we was taught to move that bag
trappin’ first to third, uh
always knew to watch my mans ’cause he’ll do you first
and then show up to your funeral cryin’ all in the church
like it wasn’t me
n-gga said he gon’ bleed me when he see me, we gon’ bee, uh
catch a n-gga out danglin’, now he pleadin’, “i ain’t mean it,” uh
how the f-ck you ain’t mean it? uh
how the f-ck you my dog, you ain’t even seen man when i needed you?
she say, “why the f-ck you so mean to me?”
you wasn’t there, now you needin’ me
just a little argument, you leavin’ me
shut up, b-tch, and just cream for me
money build character
these n-ggas needed charity
the streets wasn’t fair to me
i need a little clarity
i need a little blarity
my mama know i’m plug
my daddy know i’m blood
i’m ridin’ with the thugs
i’m sleepin’ with the funds
i’m loadin’ up the drums
’cause i know the problems comin’
sh-t, i know the problems bomin’
man, these streets ain’t a hundred
n-gga want smoke like a sauna
okay, we gon’ see like the thunder
okay, we gon’ bee in the jungle
money counter beep beep, road runner
if it’s all up to me, then we earn it
and we gon’ let the money burn like a furnace
gotta watch n-ggas plottin’, tryna hurt you
’cause these n-ggas be hatin’ like they kermit

- drego

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