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letra de side of the story - drose (nj)

[intro]
let me tell you my side of the story
i don’t lie, so don’t try to ignore me (what’s good, sou?)
f-ck them lil’ boys, man, them lil’ n-ggas corny
like, i was outside of a cori
like, i was outside of a-
let me tell you my-
uh

[chorus]
let me tell you my side of the story
i don’t lie, so don’t try to ignore me
f-ck them lil’ boys, man, them lil’ n-ggas corny
like, i was outside of a cori
that was my man, since a shorty
stole bikes, even ran from authorities
he told me, “send shots when they throw at me”
spin back, we ain’t giving no warnings

[verse]
head first in the streets and it cost me
tryna run from the cops and they hawk me
sixteen, mad as h-ll that they caught me
don’t tell me sh-t that you n-ggas didn’t bore me
be on point with my big brother tommy
bought a gun, i start callin’ it tory
with a b-tch, i don’t let her record me
know some n-ggas got k!lled being h-rny
real n-gga, i ain’t gotta fake it
pockets of her money, had to chase it
precious money, hopin’ that we make it
when i’m talkin’ to bro, i be shakin’
on chancellor, while to the safest
always waitin’ my turn, i was patient
i ain’t bangin’ your ass, you ain’t sanctioned
mommy told me stay in ’cause it’s dangerous
always check for my hood, i ain’t changin’
we was smokin’ at houses, that’s vacant
that’s around the same time we was bangin’
me, feezy, and fi g was playin’
if you tellin’ me lies, b-tch, save it
i ain’t f-ckin’ on her, ’cause she basic
put a chain on my neck, sh-t danglin’
if you want it, i got it, come take it
uh, thought you was my brother, how could you leave?
you know we need you, i ain’t sayin’ please
but if you ain’t rotten, then leave it to me
i ain’t gon’ trip, i thought we was a team
you don’t wanna help out, f-ck it, it’s g’s
you know i’ma blow up that pole in my jeans
don’t say he a factor, he ain’t let it squeeze
they say we cl!ckin’ it ain’t what it seem
feezy a hound, so he throw the b’s
fi g wvttz, so he throw the c’s
then we come together to shoot at the e’s
born from the bump, but grew up in a piece
turn 17, we was younger with steve
i don’t give a f-ck if you blue or you green
as long as you rockin’ and rollin’ for me
he ain’t a savage, i ain’t see the signs
it was too late to be between the lines
don’t tell me, “love you,” i know that’s a lie
’cause you don’t provide and flock for the guys
i can’t look out for n-ggas wasting time’
he just want b.s. box so he can shine
won’t come with us and treat her like a job
’cause boy, if you done, i’ll see you on that side
blocks around, we be clobbering still
i only hang with n-ggas who wan’ k!ll
he say he k!lled my homie, be for real
i know who shot your brother on that drill
n-ggas be actin’ crazy on that pill
put on your cleats n-gga, get in that field
just come and hop out and have you a sh-ll
can’t come on a drill if you ain’t got no sk!lls
uh, i jump out, better pick up the pace
like, they know s block got the state
like, let’s see how many shots you can take
know a dummy got hit in his face
like, i’m tryna get to this cake
uh, get in the way and get big
i can’t f-ck with fu n-ggas, they fake
you was up and then didn’t see if i ate like
[outro]
you was up and then didn’t see if i ate like
you ain’t wrong for this sh-t, i ain’t wrong with your name
i still love you though, you here
this forever, us n-ggas
da, da

- drose nj

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