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letra de the story about nothing - fricky (us)

verse 1
on my way to the stu, i saw him lying on the curb
looking high as f-ck , marijuana on his breath
but i don’t want my chain took, sh-t could really go down
then again something kept telling me to slow down
interesting how your interest in sessions was motivating the way your situation was worsen’
tryna keep me guessing the microfone is a blessing
vibing with that message, this life could school you so adore the lessons
as adolescents the other lessons we learnt
was never to be thrown away was hoping i repent
from that ‘fast life’, wild out in the couch with the lights out
then bed another lightie, man it was more than a lifestyle
lemme write now, ripe for it right now
write to make it right till i’m wright to be sky bound
back to the story, to the moment i approached
i walked towards him and then suddenly he broke down
with tears in his eyes, rolling down his cheek
the fear was in his eyes, he was rolling up his sleeves
for a fight then i said chill, was strolling down the street
saw you blowing on that wee, i guess it’s lonely on the streets huh?
he shook is head like, homie i’m discreet
so before i finna chat, could you throw me a lil cheeze?
that’s a lil cheezy for the fella to say
and how was i to notice was he get on display
prolly from them ghettos where they messing with them k’s
sorta like pot-ssium and yes i’m afraid
then he shrugged, (hmmm) that’s a good one
took a chance shook his hands, look man you good?
with eyes sparking a little, a slight cackle he giggled
facts happen, to kiddo i just slapped him a riddle
was back asking if he go is drug traffic’ illegal?
life up in the projects, you’re back slapping mosquitoes
peep the essence to creep a person with smith and wesson’s
flipping weapons would keep you kept in, they quiz you questions
prosecutors explain your sentence like smiff’s verses
you keep confessing, you weak in person, that sh-t’s perplexing
that how it is jerry, welcome to the street life
he on the streets like, my mans gotta eat
i paused for a minute then am like, ‘maybe you right’
that’s when he got upon his feet and then we waved goodnight

[hook] 2x
and i’d be feeling everybody got a right to win
tryna make this music pop
even if i gotta keep on living life like this
i just wanna do this job
stress for a way better life for the wife and kids
to those who wanna see me flop
i wish you good luck, spread love it’s a life of sin
are we all gonna leave it, what’s up?
now bring it back

verse 2
i’m just a call away from success till somebody rings
27 years and i’ve never seen my daddy drink
nowadays, i don’t even gotta think
started kicking lyrics way before james got his ring
it feel funny, we have really come a long way
flashback last rap, the first time i’m spitting fam
when sticky laughed, didn’t take it in the wrong way
then qb, ‘you would blow up like a ceiling fan’
when bvggi left i was left on my -ss
and you never see the snakes till you stepped on the gr-ss
i was slept on in vas, they just slept on the rap
took a step back and perfected the craft in the stress for the plaques
have me do the sick phase, go tell akua i’d be tryna get my sh-t straight
and now she mad at me like, ‘don’t you see my missed calls?’
but she the type to call you when you working on a mixtape
until i do great i’m dodging all the pitfalls
critics up on twitter swear my lyrics is a bit flawed
i got this record i’d be tryna shoot the vid for
the mixtape with braids got me away from the crib more
in the meantime, i’m tryna hit the jackpot
nothing in this world you can’t have if you have god
blogs on my neck like push your f-cking raps more
oh what you think i rap for, to push a f-cking rav 4?

[hook] 2x

- fricky us

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