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letra de it's deeper than that - g. twilight

[intro]
do you suffer from rick ross syndrome?
do you think you’re big meech or larry hoover?
have you lost your d-mn mind and are you
suffering from an “ident-ty complex” like most
“swag” obsessed, misguided people today?
well guess what… it’s deeper than that…

[hook]
getting caught up in the game, dying in the fast lane
your mans f-cking your dame…
guess what? it’s deeper than that
a rock star like cobain, half a brick of cocaine
carty’s, watches, and a chains…
guess what? it’s deeper than that
weak n-ggas just complain, while you sip champagne
celebrate the campaign…
guess what? it’s deeper than that
no gain wit no pain, so much stress on your brain
shooting “blow” in ya vein
guess what? it’s deeper than that/

[verse 1: g. twilight]
this ain’t no donald goines fictions
this is real life
on 7 mile and bentler
i saw it all in real life
you think you seeing some new sh-t
but to me its a re-run
almost lost my life and my freedom
living by the gun
i ain’t tellin’ lies, pump faking, or fake flexing
just look me up in the michigan department of correction
752.. 798 that my m.d.o.c
or you even can ask the streets..
these n-ggas know me
this the underworld and it’s all about the bread
stop n-ggas from eating
and you’ll wind up dead
you can get jewelry, bad b-tches, and nice cars from it
but in the end nothing good comes from it
one king per kingdom one star per stage
a lengthy prison sentence or dead at a young age
it’s simple math, basic street science
ignorance plus greed equal drug related violence

[hook]

[verse 2: maserati rick jr.]
it’s a cold -ss world
and a cold -ss game
man this game so deep
but this sh-t won’t change
real stories different hoods
different names, fast living, fast cars, fast b-tches..
what’s the price of the fame
trying to get rich off crack sales..
see, my bloodline trill
real life lost my pops to the street
and my mom to the system
pay attention to this game that i’m spit
sometimes you can’t trust n-ggas
even b-tches be stealing
none of my story’s made up
n-ggas get k!lled where i came up
for slangin’ on the wrong block
and some n-ggas be “rats”
getting stacks while they workin’ for the cops
“jack boys” steady plottin’ on the stash
got to hide all my cash
and avoid the raid
i watched how the game was played
so i didn’t have to go that route
just trynna get my fam out
in the hood it’s no love
it’s just love for the game
plus money and drugs
it ain’t the same..

[hook]

[verse 3: g. twilight]
keep on playing in them streets
something going to happen to your -ss
shooters wit automatics come through
clapping at your -ss
but f-ck the long money.. get paid quick
blow it all at the mall, n-gga, don’t save sh-t
just “strait drop” it in the pot
and load the gold wit’ “ice”
i’ll crash a maserati and say f-ck the price
as long as i survive
cop a new ride
circle the block on bentler
and park in front of my enemies eyes
jamie breathe breath in my lungs
gave me life in the dope game
taught me how to chop and bag up hard cocaine
but he got mad cause i was moving fast
in my own lane
so that’s five years of friendship
flushed down the drain
you never know what you’ll do
until you’re put under pressure
7 mile and lasher.. one h-ll of a tester
physical, mental, emotional scars
death or life behind bars
the dope game? it’ll show you
who your real friends are

[hook]

- g twilight

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