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letra de religion - g perico & dj drama

[intro: dj drama]
(dramatic, n-gga)
when i talk to the streets
sh-t’s like a religion

[verse 1: g perico]
we jumped on a plane and we flew out of state
landed in the next city, time to get paid
every month, i need a million dollars, right now, that’s the goal
say you wanna do business, well, what you got goin’ on?
it’s houses in my hood that cost a half a million
n-ggas spin the block all day, around that b-tch, k!llin’
if you ain’t really gettin’ money, you can’t live in my city
a gang of famous n-ggas gettin’ k!lled in my city
we bust first, then we ask the questions later
i was taught to get it on my own, i don’t need no favors
i was eatin’ tams, now my taste stuck on n0bu
flyin’ up pch in a c8 with no roof
don’t try to hit me on my phone, i think it’s tapped
don’t even try to talk in code, you gon’ gеt a n-gga cracked
and i got versace shadеs coverin’ up the sun rays
flyin’ in my ‘vette, i pull that b-tch out every sunday
mic check, glock check, my n-gga with the flock check
can’t take advice from a n-gga that ain’t got sh-t
they talk sh-t, but i ain’t worried ’bout it, ’cause we drop sh-t
on the eastside, i’m the top sh-t
[chorus: g perico]
i gotta keep it g, i ain’t never ask for no favors
these n-ggas was tuckin’ they ‘rags when i came in the game
i’m a young og n-gga from south central
where keepin’ your pistol is religion

[verse 2: g perico]
don’t be leanin’ on my car, that sh-t cost two hundred thousand
jumpin’ out like a hoodrat in my cut-off trousers
don’t pull a gun if you ain’t gon’ use it, that’s how you end up dead
when you say how you really feel, that’s when you lose your friends
god protect me from any n-gga i know that wanna knock me off
tryna politic over little petty sh-t, n-gga, knock it off
it’s a celebration, i keep winnin’, i can’t stop
i’m recouped before my sh-t drop
independent, innerprize clicc, yeah, that’s my sh-t
you see the african over there with the long hair? yeah, that’s my b-tch
n-ggas hit my phone like, “come kick it,” i don’t trust ’em
when i get to the block and if i feel nervous, then i’m bustin’

[chorus: g perico]
i gotta keep it g (gangsta), i ain’t never ask for no favors
these n-ggas was tuckin’ they ‘rags when i came in the game
i’m a young og n-gga from south central
where keepin’ your pistol is religion
[outro: dj drama]
(gangsta grizzills)
welcome to dram’s holy scriptures
when i’m gone, let the stories be told from generation to generation

- g perico dj drama

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