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letra de misery loves company - est gee

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
if i could die from disses, i probably would’ve been cremated (i probably would’ve been cremated)
i came up (m-m-m-murda) from servin’ them sacks of hard to a free baser (servin’ them p’s)
arguin’ with god, when i paid the bond, he ain’t free kada (ain’t free lil’ man)
you ain’t dedicated if you don’t hop out on feet chasin’ (feet chasin’)
n-ggas dead broke, say the key to paper is be patient (n-gga, f-ck that)
but f-ck waitin’, been tryna buck lately (f-ck that)
live local, late break-in
high clucked out ridin’ with enough rounds then i could truck down
you hear that rip sound, n-gga, better get down ‘fore he get found
spit it from a switch round, dead n-gga kiss clouds and i’m rich now
and i still ain’t switch crowds (i still ain’t switched up), can’t put my bl!ck’ down (can’t put my bl!ck’ down)
and i probably never will (i never will)
red called me from heaven said, “you better chill”
maybe it was h-ll, but i couldn’t tell ’cause i’ll answer still (still i answer for a bro)
i get high and hope that i’ll forget my mama’s cancer chills
bullets hurt, made me hooked to ercs, i gotta have my pills
she hurt me first, even at my worst, i still pay half her bills (pay half her bills)
it’s a opp survive, through grace of god, i pray he lack again (lord, i pray he lackin’)
it’s ot folks, lowkey want that smoke, i don’t be tappin’ in (no, i don’t be tappin’ in)
real gangsta, i can’t speak on no beef i ain’t active in (on no beef i ain’t active in)
they respect my money ’cause it’s bl–dy, i still act and spin (blood on my money)
don’t just throw your hood up ’cause you from it, n-gga, what have you did? (what you doin’ in your hood?)
all i need’s a yo, lil brodie, chops and a pack of cigs
pitch a tent, and sit out front his crib, right where this n-gga live

- est gee

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