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letra de pj baby - ecmd feeky

verse :
ecmd feeky, on my real life
rest in peace to bebe, let’s go
on my life may allah be pleased
only he know my struggle, on my hands i got a lot of grease
my heart freeze with pain i never got released
so i snap on these beats like a wildebeest
i’m from the streets, so i
dumb out when i don’t really mean
my girl say sh-t she don’t really mean
buy sh-t that she don’t even need
y’all watch the news, be careful what you watch what you see
go bеyond that deeper and read
((gunshots sound effеct 3x))
put it in a book because us n-ggas don’t read
street n-gga
geek n-gga
nerd n-gga
burb n-gga
hov’ said it best, word n-gga
my girl swerve n-ggas
n-gga on the block ’til his soul rot
prostration mark offer up ya’ sins to make amends in salaat
akh so hot like the glock when it pop
fiends cooking up rock
hollow tops for opps plotting on spots
i rock with the millie, milly rock with the fifty glock
and bang on billies, pop wheelies and hang on really
i’m untamed really
wildebeests meet the lion in the street
i earned my stripes like a zebra
get ya’ body marked and dotted like a cheetah
iron with the key ta’
lock the block down
i’m hot now
i’m on top now
basquiat crown
fans can’t wait ’til i drop now
b-tches climb on top now
kirb up next
you birds upset
i keep the tech for the wreck
turn ya’ chest to a mess
jail push-ups and dips, doing reps with the set
keep the fifth ‘cus i ain’t quick to forget
rest in peace to bebe
i ain’t quick to forget
just sleep walking n-ggas like dust in the matrix
i come with the ape sh-t
go crazy when they play this
i swear these vocals have ya’ throat slit
my cousin died twenty twelve and y’all don’t know sh-t
alright, hold this
ya’ whole sh-t open
you left her in the river, i’ma dump you in the ocean with you body parts floating
finger tips sawed off, your face mauled off
tongue cut out, heart blown out
brains blown out
arms legs missing i ain’t kidding
lord be my witness, k!lled my baby and i’m going crazy
my family died how i’m ‘posed to feel
my homies told me chill
but how i’m supposed to feel
i’ma hold the steel, years later and i’m on it still
a mission i ain’t over still
they say what i’m rapping gonna get me k!lled
but i don’t care i’ma keep it trill
on my real life
i’ma be for real
if it’s war dog then let’s beef for real
i know some crips that can’t wait to k!ll
i know some bloods that wanna eat a meal
we from camden my n-gga
my n-gga, we on it my n-gga
the guns get bigger the triggers get pressured
my youngins’ is extra
my old heads is reckless
my whole hood turned out
smokers burned out
i was twelve when i learned ’bout
real life
i remember real nights
when steel met steel
get money n-ggas got k!lled
and k!llers made bail
you better not tell, you might be the next smell
sh-lls in the mail
threats in the mail
you flex here you get left here, yeah!
r.i.p
rest in peace to bebe
yeah, on my real life

- ecmd feeky

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