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letra de born to kill - drizzy jet

born to k!ll lyrics
[chorus]
everybody ain’t gon’ like ’cause i keep it too real
young n-gga, he been clutchin’, but ain’t got it concealed
if i ain’t got my gun, i’ma die in the field
we adapt to this sh-t like we was born to k!ll (ayo, waterboy, this sh-t wet)
p-ssy boy, you don’t know about the mornin’ drills
these n-ggas ain’t savage, for real
these n-ggas wasn’t clappin’ the steel
these n-ggas wasn’t slidin’, for real
zay took the mac and i was clutchin’ the glock
young n-gga, early mornin’, we was playin’ the block
everybody tote they sh-t ’til a n-gga get shot
the opps comin’ down the block, we gon’ fire out the car
everybody be on go until wе make it a stop
f-ck a b-tch, i gotta go ’cause i ain’t missin’ the guap
so many timеs i done fell tryna climb to the top
young n-gga kept goin’, i ain’t never give up
put you in different situations just to see how you move
i be testin’ everybody just to see what they do

[verse 1]
i really thought you was the realest, now i feel betrayed
gave you my gun, i was only tryna make sure you safe
took me some time just to realize these n-ggas was fake
i gave n-ggas ways to eat with barely food on my plate
you gotta pay attention just so you can sort the real from the snakes
got caught up with the glock, i was tryna get away from the jakes
i called ben from the cell, he was makin’ them plays
tryna bond a n-gga out so we could get to the cake
[pre-chorus]
on the stand, these n-ggas be fakes
on the stand, these n-ggas be snakes
i won’t let a n-gga take my place

[chorus]
everybody ain’t gon’ like ’cause i keep it too real
young n-gga, he been clutchin’, but ain’t got it concealed
feel like if i ain’t got my gun, i’ma die in the field
we adapt to this sh-t like we was born to k!ll
p-ssy boy, you don’t know about the mornin’ drills
these n-ggas ain’t savage, for real
these n-ggas wasn’t clappin’ the steel
these n-ggas wasn’t slidin’, for real
zay took the mac and i was clutchin’ the glock
young n-gga, early mornin’, we was playin’ the block
everybody tote they sh-t ’til a n-gga get shot
the opps comin’ down the block, we gon’ fire out the car
everybody be on go until we make it a stop
f-ck a b-tch, i gotta go ’cause i ain’t missin’ the guap
so many times i done fell tryna climb to the top
young n-gga kept goin’, i ain’t never give up
put you in different situations just to see how you move
i be testin’ everybody just to see what they do

[verse 2]
one side or no side, my side or his side
whole lot of bullets flyin’, n-ggas downed on the opp
get down and lay down, shoot up the playground
everybody know i’m next, i’m the talk of my town, b-tch
love live the big jet, hot sh-t ridin’ ’round
four jets in the truck with the choppers, mask down
first man that we catch, hop out, gun him down

- drizzy jet

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