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letra de hard head - fn dadealer

[intro]
hard headed, runnin’ ’round, we was chasin’ money
they can say whatever they want, they know we came from nothin’
go and hit the track on sunday then go hit the block on monday
keep my gun, i’m never runnin’, hold up, they might take it from me

[chorus]
thuggin’ in these streets, was tryna chase a bag
mama said to hold her head and make a [?]
we ran up them racks so many times but they ain’t ever last
i was in my lowest, they ain’t help me, all they did was brag
so when i get it i’ma pop it, i’ma show my ass
we ain’t eve had no role model, they was sellin’ bags
hear what they said, i let it slide, i know these n-ggas fans
oh, they thinkin’ that it’s sweet, we gon’ get on they ass

[verse]
feel like i’m gamblin’ with my life, i took so many chances
when it’s your turn to throw that dice you bet’ not roll a seven
if i go broke, get up and strike that sh-t with my [?]
we had a chance to get it right but we ain’t learn our lesson
i could be dead or in the cell, i guess that’s sh-t a blessin’
i keep that bl!cky when i ride and that’s for my protection
he made a diss, we gotta slide, it’s time to send a message
go put that boy on channel five and send ’em all to heaven
he rap ’bout sh-t he never did and he’ll never do
run around with real steppers, b-tch, don’t make us step on you
them n-ggas in black and white like a ref’ll do
heard them n-ggas tryna foul, show ’em what this tech’ll do
n-ggas know that we get active, i just play it cool
’cause when they bodies get to droppin’ they say they confused
fell on that ground a couple times but ain’t leave no bruisin’
i had to let these diamonds shine, i got these b-tches choosin’
long way from the trenches, long way from that kitchen
way you whip it up think he a chemist
this glock came with a fifty, hop out that car and get to bl!ckin’
these n-ggas gon’ end up missin’
n-ggas know i gotta handle my business
how the f-ck you gon’ say i’m snitchin’? i ain’t ever been no witness
on these drugs, i’m out my body, tried to tell me that i’m trippin’
i don’t ever talk about it so they don’t know the pain i’m felein’
know some n-ggas say they solid, i can’t vouch, they show me different
[chorus]
thuggin’ in these streets, was tryna chase a bag
mama said to hold her head and make a [?]
we ran up them racks so many times but they ain’t ever last
i was in my lowest, they ain’t help me, all they did was brag
so when i get it i’ma pop it, i’ma show my ass
we ain’t eve had no role model, they was sellin’ bags
hear what they said, i let it slide, i know these n-ggas fans
oh, they thinkin’ that it’s sweet, we gon’ get on they ass

- fn dadealer

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