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letra de fsu - george iii

give me 10 seconds
i’ll give you art
an extra hundred-twenty
adds weapons and stolen cars
throw in 5 mo’ for the look out before it’s dark
and if you double up i can tell it all from the start

day 1
teisha tried cuffing me like a mark
i told that chick to beat it
discriminate with my c-ck
if micheal jackson’d seen it
he’d probably would be in shock
a dark skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
to the psyche
cuz women think it’s unlikley
a shade from white and ripe
why wouldn’t that n-gga like me
guess she didn’t know i identified her as hoe
and it wasn’t in my plan for her coochie to have control
day 2
restless
in need of something to do
and if you got the plug
i’ll be needing something from you
though it’s 82 degrees
my demeanor is mighty cold
cuz no god is in my soul
but these demons still comin’ through
crackheads and scams run rampant across campus
murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas
hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish
into a n-ggas room to get some d-ck
so i assume
day 3 was key
cuz i finally had went to class
sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass
thinking a degree would put me on the right path
but the second it turned 3 my motivation had passed
went outside to smoke
i met a n-gga named jaz
we both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz
bustin’ freestyles like hymens when vikings clash
when i noticed a group
a couple hours had passed
day 4
accustomed to campus and how it works
see, if you have the bread
the pretty women will flirt
and if you packin’ lead
the hood n-ggas respect you
but if you lack the cred
they’ll prob’ly treat you like dirt
met a man in red
big homie i’ll call him zues
he spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce
usually i choose not to listen to peoples views
but a couple hours prior was sippin’ on gin and juice
day 5
sick of the lies
in lack of drive
same people who’ll deface you
won’t face you they’d rather hide
spreading false tales like bards
while drunk and high
when sober they’d tuck tail
and couldn’t remember why
tried to go to sleep
12 hours after the noon
but couldn’t help to notice
screaming from the other room
went out to find peace
in the cover of the moon
a man followed
bragging ’bout his brother sharing poon
he asked me for a blunt
i told him i’d have it soon
as i walk downstairs
i caught a whiff of perfume
that’s when i’d seen her walking
a beauty that’d make you swoon
then i realized she just got tossed by two goons
d-mn
fsu, fsu, fsu
i never go to class
so they wonder what i do
fsu, fsu, fsu
i never go to class
cuz i’m always on the move

month 1
smoke on the daily but not for fun
im tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun
plus i got a tool, but haven’t told anyone
so if someone’s acting petty they won’t be ready to run
took my father’s whip
thinkin’ to myself don’t slip
then caught a flat tire 4/5ths of the way on my trip
my phone started ringing
my pops he was screaming ’bout my grades, oh sh-t
month 2
really start f-cking with homie zues
still haven’t gone to class
the academic recluse
but i needed cash my parents said they were through
plus if they knew i smoked
i’d prob’ly go hungry too
trading english papers and 20’s for now will do
though somethings got to move
for this sitch i’m in to improve
hanging with the crew
i ain’t really in the mood
but jaz called talking ’bout a party with some food
month 3 we decided to flip a pack
take a hound south and bring the merchandise back
made the trip twice the second just wasn’t laxed
the homies peeped a garage with 30 birds in the back
doubled back
then we talked about the house we was at
the rumors said it’s a fed’s so we took it as fact
it wasn’t that we were scared
we just knew how to act
plus it could’ve been a sting
who’d want to get caught in that
month 4
n-ggas start knocking all on my door
im like the lowest bidder
prescriptions you can afford
for every ten i sell
i’m making another four
i give the homie twelve
he helped me get in the door
watching for the 12
cuz i’m who they lookin’ for
when women give me h-ll
i think back on day 4
i called it so well it’s what i pushed my fate towards
if life’s a game of spades i can finally make board
month 5
finals arrive and i was shook
attendance almost zero
it wouldn’t be overlooked
zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked
them n-ggas hit the l!ck we skipped and got booked
40 years all over a suicide mission
i’ll be 58 when them n-ggas get out of prison
whether by luck or fate
i could’ve been in the system
and underneath that weight
decided to stop whipin’
fsu, fsu, fsu
i never go to class
so they wonder what i do
fsu, fsu, fsu
i never go to class
cuz i’m always on the move

- george iii

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