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letra de training - eto

[verse 1: eto]
i’m always paying homage my n-gga, i ain’t owing
if y’all don’t play this song at my funeral, i ain’t going
can’t throw shade on my aura, i be glowing
n-ggas ain’t as real as you think, i be knowin’

where you think they got it from
stupid money, pockets dumb
you was counting two knots, homie i am not the one
that’s how they sound when they get a taste of it, two face budget
hear where i’m coming from? i came from it
cocaine flooded
bust ya gun, my story no different than yours
i got robbed, i robbed n-ggas we was kickin’ in doors
i did reception twice, couldn’t wait to get to the floors
i’m in my second life, couldn’t taste a fifth that was war
they ain’t repping right, foul taste
the early bird can only catch the owl late
but won’t get the milk if you let the cow wait
they placed all my men in the jail stay in a child’s place
but when your son about 8, learn him them hundred thou’ traits
it’s never too soon, they’ll plant you anywhere
whenever you bloom, old or young just meet the veterans room
it’s getting crowded, when i was coming up we didn’t allow it
the wolves couldn’t even yell at the moon
need that same structure
f-ck the game up, don’t let the game f-ck ya
first timer i weighed up a deuce i was trained hustler
you still a hustler in training
you get plugged and won’t die until you pluggin’ his name in
rest in peace his respect to street sh-t
not even god kept his secret

- eto

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