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letra de 2021 freestyle - g-cutz

[verse]
you won’t catch me out of pocket like i used to be
’cause i’ve been getting money, this ain’t new to me
they wanna judge me but f-ck all that scrutiny
if i’m not the best then i’m soon to be
but brother, don’t come for me
’cause i’ve got brothers that’ll root for me
honestly, they won’t live to see the foolery
invested in myself and a little bit of jewelry
never did believe in me so why the f-ck you’re calling me ?
i don’t understand that, that’s crab in the barrel sh-t
i don’t need a clutch now, it’s hands on the pedal shift
bright days ’round the corner, i do this for my daughter
the ones that hated on me, they still reup on the quarter
there’s a bigger picture, these words really paint it
the reason i don’t f-ck with yutes ’cause we ain’t on the same sh-t
let me reflect, all that fake energy i detect
this life turned me cold then i will die for my respect
don’t throw stones if you live up in that glass house
and guys fed by spoon, i had to take the hard route
made me who i am, i can never be mad
i’ve lost friends, shed tears, i can never be sad
i’m battling my demons, it’s hard sometimes
but like rod wave, i chill and put this heart on ice
can’t go back to a place where i can’t be living
to be a wolf or a sheep, it weren’t a hard decision
’round here we live from the front
and they ain’t got the cheek for this punch
the last time i checked, i couldn’t be like these punks
i don’t trap, i don’t bang and you’ve seen what i’ve become
and i used to be broke, i knew nothing ’bout no red meat
my cousin’s hand me down clothes and shoes where my legs be
now i’m a father, i find god but couldn’t let me lie
you a dad, i’m a dad, difference is you’s a deadbeat, i’m hands on
seen her first breath, her first words and her first steps
[?] car turned right, you turned left
used to be a smoke, the paranoia really got me good
the thought of ending up like certian brothers really got me shook
but it’s okay though, i know that i’m a man first
and if it’s beef, i don’t do weapons, i use my hands first
in this life we live, that’ll probably be the death of me
oh well, still show a p-ssy how these hands work
i’m heading to my shop, i’m stopping by the bank first
it’s good to know i can ‘cah i’m coming from the d-mn curb
momma never had no money so i ain’t either
i worked from 13 to pay my network provider
don’t tell me ’bout life, i’ve been there and done that
23, been through more sh-t than the rugrats
these girls are no good, get passed around like the blunt rap
‘cah they’ll let you hit for some henny and a blunt wrap
don’t censor my words, this just blunt rap
my name rings bell like quasimodo with the hunchback
in the cut everyday, made a lot of funds
fam, it’s time a guy like me comes through and really runs rap

- g cutz

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