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letra de lessons & blessings - em savage

[intro]
(ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)
speak yo mind, young n-gga

[verse]
every thing i ever seen i had to witness wit my own eye
a cold heart you cut my body you can see inside
had to clock in on my shift i ain’t have a 9to5
my og said he feel my pain i need to strategize
the vibe was there guess us together wasn’t the perfect time
but i think sh-t won’t be the same if i hit yo line
feel like you hate me if you love me how that sh-t gonna work
you keep saying that i cross you b-tch you cross me first
you texting n-ggas on the side thinkin i ain’t know
and now you say i’m wilding out tweaking bout some hoes
i lovе my life and i refuse to lеt em damage it
i tried to give you all my heart you couldn’t handle it
we was out there in that field really scrambling
they put a screw all on my heart i watched em hammer it
it take a lot to cover scars can’t use bandages
sticking to my own craft i don’t like blending in
aye
trap phone going crazy junkies need more
b-tch come to my city it’s a gun war
shotgun with that glizzy we want all smoke
the b-tch you gasping on ya tweet she gave me all throat
i sit back and think of times when i was really broke
times my n-ggas would go out but me i couldn’t go
they chasing love on instagram while savage chasing dough
if you gon switch up don’t switch up with guys i use to know
cried a dozen tears when qwan got buried
we leave a p-ssy n-gga same color cherry
the ones i love wanna see me lose this sh-t so scary
i hit my knees i talk to god cause life been crazy
i knew a b-tch that suck me off she claim we bro and sis
i know some n-ggas buss they pistols get in court and snitch
i shoot my shot i wet the net on god i never miss
i need promotion on my sh-t cause everything be hits
i bet you trying come around when i get super rich
i speak my soul inside this sh-t i swear my sh-t legit
say i ain’t loyal
now you spazzing out
wish i can catch that vibe again when we was the couch
i got some homies in the feds still ain’t let em out
so antisocial if you gon dip why did you come around
trenches baby grandma baby i’m gutta crazy
my pop pop died ain’t no one help sh-t drove me brazy
i lost my bro the next year thinking is we gon make it
get off my d-ck ain’t nomore room give a f-ck if you hate it

- em savage

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