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letra de rayful bag - el camino

[intro: el camino]
yo, yo, yo
sh-ts spooky right here
d-mn shay

[verse 1: el camino]
ayo, it’s snowin’ had the four in the whip
some n-gga pulled up on me tried to go with they sh-t
i’m dumpin’ out the six
blocks shakin’, weed, and pot scr-ppers
i missed on purpose he think that god saved ’em
he fakin’ around the block, big .40 he know it’s c-cked
you move wrong i hit your ass up thirty shots
bunch of young n-ggas with sticks around your block
run up in yah crib, show ’em your safe or you’ll get shot
cookin’ dope is a valuable thing, word from my pops
we came up, f-cked the game up, made it hot
in these mean streets, all we knew was “we had to eat”
can’t stick around the trouble too long, so keep it brief n-gga
i got another bag to go get out in belize
the .40 on my hip is how i proceed
seen n-ggas lose it all over greed
i seen ’em lose it all over greed (yeah)

[hook]
this for my n-ggas in the hallway
this for my n-ggas on the broadway
this for my n-ggas in the hood rollin’ dutches
or the good that be gettin’ money all day
this for my n-ggas livin’ street lives
this for my n-ggas packin’ heat twice
see me in the pic’s looking good
i just wish a n-gga would dog, i know you wanna keep yah life
this for my n-ggas in the hallway
this for my n-ggas on the broadway
this for my n-ggas in the hood rollin’ dutches
or the good that be gettin’ money all day
this for my n-ggas livin’ street lives
this for my n-ggas packin’ heat twice
see me in the pic’s looking good
i just wish a n-gga would dog, i know you wanna keep yah life

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
ay look
who would’ve thought it, we bosses from flippin’ quarters
one trap house, two glocks, three different lawyers
and just cause you can cop it, don’t mean you can afford it
my shoe box is full i’m thinkin’ i need a closet
these rules that i taught you, and jewels that i brought you
you trynna get a brick? or some shoe’s outta nordstrom?
y’all think i’m small, i’m trynna turn my room to a fortress
with duffel bags of money, turn a room into a office
y’all f-ck with these rappers but i don’t like they sh-t
they lie too much in they songs, but y’all hype they sh-t
far as bars, i made it hard for ’em, despite they rich
these n-ggas hear butcher’s verse and they go rewrite they sh-t
these n-ggas soft like “kd” i’m more like kg
cause i was on the court with big boys by eighteen
and we don’t speak around rats, cause y’all might say things
thinkin’ about bricks, i had all white day dreams
they favorite record label, who i’ve been a problem too
they think they rap success, the sky is to desirable
the chef said i’m great, how they not gon’ acknowledge you
and pete said the same before he died in a hospital

[outro]
f-ck outta here
shut the f-ck up n-gga, get the f-ck outta here

- el camino

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