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letra de make it even - est gee

[intro]
(foreverolling)

[verse 1]
i had a book before i wrote a hook, tried it and it took
his is bendy, fendi blended, pressed, and pushed, j wan’ kiss the cook
this big chopper’ll chop a n-gga roof, gangster as i look
if somethin’ get k!lled, they hide for two, three months, we chase sh-t down on foot
tryna bump, it ain’t no front, n-ggas ain’t outside to hunt
he was hatin’, i had a hunch, i set somethin’ up and somethin’ get slumped
he ain’t like that it’s a front, put me in a song for what?
even if it blow, you better not never post a show or nothin’
they get the lo’ and don’t do nothin’, we get the lo’, a soul go up
why you fake want smoke with us? as if your bucks ain’t slow enough
n-ggas dead, i ain’t makin’ no diss, i make hits, they know what’s up
when we war, i’m in the front, but when y’all beef, you loaded lux
on the phone, he sound so tough, i pulled up, n-ggas wasn’t on nothin’
most murders last thirty months and n-ggas still ain’t called my bluff

[chorus]
yeah, my mama always told me, “baby, seeing is believing”
he slid on people, wasn’t ’bout beef, and n-ggas ain’t no demons
you know to keep your moves quiet, dyin’ if i see him
the reason n-ggas know to up that yeeky, ain’t no speakin’
the reason n-ggas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even
the reason n-ggas need help grievin’, doctor, stop the bleedin’
the reason n-ggas’ people pay for peace, but ain’t no treaty
the reason n-ggas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even
[verse 2]
you ain’t gotta tell me n-ggas bums and ain’t on nothin’ like i ain’t certain
last time we was face-to-face at weekend was a funeral service
it’s gon’ always end in he-rs-s, i took over through murder
i’m a boss, but suit up like a worker, i’m on this on purpose
we slide, i put the cleats aside and wet the field with jergens
like talkin’, i think n-ggas workin’, startin’ to make me nervous
that stick involved in several murders, clean, but it’s still dirty
and the game, it blessed me ’cause i play with courage, streets atop my jersey
i got rich and get you stretched for thirty, houston to new jersey
it took prayin’ for me to find my purpose, make sure i was worthy
i ain’t say nothin’ and they all heard me, however i word it
to see me shine, i know they dyin’, they can’t decide which worse

- est gee

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