letra de gram life - est gee
[intro]
(foreverolling)
[chorus]
nah, that don’t sound right
they know newburg n-ggas have more dog than a pound right
tell ’em how before you was an opp you was a fan right
[?] i wasn’t cut out for the gram life
paperwork and bread right, shoot [?] in my hands nice
i knew it was raw when it was stickin’ to the pan tight
[verse 1]
i turned to a [?]
booty prices from my plug, baby catch it when it comes
swear you good, tell the fuzz, you ain’t know it ain’t no drugs
if you lie in front the judge, then i know it’s real love
i’m from the 55, where it’s “f-ck whoever’s outside”
my generation taught ’em how to rob and how to bust sign
if they don’t do nothin’ else, you know they gon’ rеspect con
this sh-t ain’t been the same insidе the neighbourhood since you left quan
they let gs in heaven then i know my n-ggas finesse god
n-ggas’ people get to gettin’ shot they want to press pause
they gon’ pop a bottle and go and shoot a n-gga just ’cause
they was outside clutchin’ when it was up, i’m glad we bust ours (bust ours)
[chorus]
nah, that don’t sound right
they know newburg n-ggas have more dog than a pound right
tell ’em how before you was an opp you was a fan right
[?] i wasn’t cut out for the gram life
paperwork and bread right, shoot [?] in my hands nice
i knew it was raw when it was stickin’ to the pan tight
[post-chorus]
nah, that don’t sound right
they know newburg n-ggas have more dog than a pound right
[verse 2]
actually these shooters actin’ like they ruthless once they finally do it
how you gon’ shoot me and cop deuces, is you gangster or coochie
i told them no drive-by shootings i want everything movin’
feds loomin’ and [?] brewin’ while i’m laid up wounded
i been prayin’ one of my shooters find they way to yo’ noodle
how to get away wit’ murder you can’t find it on google
tired of waitin’, would you slay your partner for violatin’
i told casey “if i ever snake a n-gga don’t [?] me”
i’ma stick to the code on my soul but i’m not a pastor
big bro just got home and i put him in situations
he’s like “f-ck it, you’s my brother my n-gga i’m obligated”
you my mama’s favorite, no disrespect will be tolerated
[chorus]
nah, that don’t sound right
they know newburg n-ggas have more dog than a pound right
tell ’em how before you was an opp you was a fan right
[?] i wasn’t cut out for the gram life
paperwork and bread right, shoot [?] in my hands nice
i knew it was raw when it was stickin’ to the pan tight
[post-chorus]
nah, that don’t sound right
they know newburg n-ggas have more dog than a pound right
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