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letra de bs - d'shaun

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[verse 1: d’shaun]

me & kris could’ve did it
thinking back on what was almost
i would look her in her eyes
and she’d relieve me of my problems

i mean
nothing even mattered
swear i felt the time was stopping
so when shorty disappeared
outta heaven i had fallen

uh

back up on my bullsh-t
gl-ss o e. 40s
we was back up on that bullsh-t
glock’s rugers & 40s

i had really started rapping
i had stopped writing poetry
determined for attention
from them b-tches who ain’t notice me

pocket full of money
tryna ball on a b-tch n-gg-
stopped b-mping dilla
started smoking on the k!lla’ n-gg-

30 in my jeans
i ain’t boxing, i’ma k!ll a n-gg-
never read braille, on the real
i ‘ont feel you n-gg-s

still selling dope out the
f-cking honda civic
i was out here on the grind
tryna shine like acrylic

really out here tryna get it
like it was n-body’s business
got my mind on my money
and my money on my n-gg-s

bullsh-t
bullsh-t

[verse 2]

life was not a game
me and god was disagreeing
tryna be a john legend
hitting on a chrissy teigen, uh

daddy was a preaching
i was really on a mission
f-ck a million or a trillion
i just wanna place to live in

i just want a hundred dollars
take my n-gg-s out to dinner
i just wanna real b-tch
i don’t need no d-mn pretender

i just wanna place to live
this alcohol consumed my liver
smoking weed to clear my mind
of all the demons living in here

i just wanna piece of mind
a bad b-tch to spend some time
i wanna rollie on my arm
that don’t even tell time

i want the simple sh-t
the simple sh-t, that i had took for granted
they say life comes at you fast
that sh-t is true, but i ain’t panic

lost my home, my girl and granny
in a week or maybe two
i could’ve k!lled myself and quit
instead i hustled, i improved

swear that i’ma win big
however many times i lose
no success without failure
just do what you gotta do
in bullsh-t, bullsh-t..

[verse 3]

dropped up outta school
too cool for the scholars
i need all 24
tryna hustle, every hour uh

traded all my books
for like 85 dollars
then i put it to the reup
tryna be a shot caller

i ain’t thinking bout tomorrow
cuss’ today could be my last
i had started ditching cl-ss
selling dro for little cash

i ‘ont live in yesterday
you can’t be focused on the past
when that sh-t had got desperate
hit the store to the cop the mask uh

f-ck her then i’m bouncing
sh-t my dinner on these streets hoe
life on the line, tryna ball
shooting free throws

looking for the king
tryna get that n-gg- dethroned
my newest ting the bomb
like a mine full of c4

i was getting hopeless
i was broker than a joke n-gg-
hadn’t ate in days i was hungry
for some hope n-gg-

mind full of lessons
i had learned from a pulpit
9 with a full clip
back up on that…

bullsh-t..
bullsh-t
bullsh-t
bullllllllsh-t

[interlude]

- dshaun

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