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letra de get in and get out - f.a. (kc rapper)

[verse 1: ryda j. klyde]
boarding another plane
another check callin’ my name
another road trip
some more chicken to go and get
pull 24 shifts, by the hour
with no powder
to treat my nose
n-gga it was the money that kept me woke
now we broke, so just a little bit and you feel like you rich
make a dollar outta cents and sugar outta sh-t
had a little niña but it kept dropping out the clip
taped that b-tch up at the bottom and went and got up on my grit
right there as my n-gga got shot
he was strapped, he had to drop
they hit him with every shot
pop, pop
the shot was heard across the world
he just had a baby girl
his brother seen the shooting and say it made him earl
the sight of blood make his skin crawl
and at night, the k!llings that begin ya’ll
lock the doors, and tell the kids that it’s bedtime
a hundred n-ggas on the prowl, saying his head’s mine

[chorus: f.a.]
this sh-ts not a game my n-gga, we just call it that
we done been through the struggle and we ain’t going back
n-ggas trapped, trying to see better days
but the way this sh-t looking, like we living in our last
ducking my past, asking god for forgiveness
cuz that woman seen a murder, she ain’t ask to be a witness
look at sh-t different, get in and get out
i don’t know about you, but i’m trying to find a way out
[verse 2: f.a.]
we was young and lost
eyes cloudy from the weed smoke
never paid attention, but expected when we spoke
ruger in my p-coat, i still got an ill past
sitting, thinking to myself, how long will this sh-t last
never heard the blast, just seen the stains on my n-gga’s chest
he fighting for his life, and i’m praying he do his best
grew up in the jets, so we done fought for much less
too much on his mother’s plate, she dealing with more stress
god say, she need rest, her blood pressure’s sky high
made it home, her sister’s son was k!lled in a drive-by
only witness is girl and she ain’t gonna testify
got revenge on her mind, she went and copped her a forty-five
shooter was an ex, so she know where he slept at night
sister is a friend so it’s a must that she do it right
plotting on the night, and seen them exit the complex
never peeped the scene, so she ain’t notice the detects

[chorus: f.a.]
this sh-ts not a game my n-gga, we just call it that
we done been through the struggle and we ain’t going back
n-ggas trapped, trying to see better days
but the way this sh-t looking, like we living in our last
ducking my past, asking god for forgiveness
cuz that woman seen a murder, she ain’t ask to be a witness
look at sh-t different, get in and get out
i dont know about you, but i’m trying to find a way out
[verse 3: reece loc tha beast]
i came in this game for the change, and to make a stand
but nothing was for free, so indeed i had to take a chance
ducking police, they be trying to get us in the van
so, hide your ???, cause i ain’t trying to be up in the can
young fools hustle with dreams of making it bigger
some had plans, others played out the hands that’s given
cuz in this life it gets cold as the days in december
some n-ggas died and some end up contained in prison
it’s all a lesson and i live it and learn
some nights i sit and think, what will i get in return
cuz it ain’t never been a n-gga in my clique that i burned
and ??? ??? made man was passionately earned
i’m in the streets, and ima be here ‘til i ain’t man
but somethings gotta give, cuz i’m tired of being patient
get lifted off the spliff while i’m calculating paper
trying to get it to where i ain’t gotta chase it (you hear me?)

- f a kc rapper

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