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letra de gospel - glizz

[intro]

(sometimes i get)
(sometimes i get)
(oh, sometimes i get)
(sometimes i get)

[verse 1]

blowin’ cigarette smoke out the driver’s side of this beat-up 09 vauxhall
true-say i’d rather sleep in here than spend another night in this business hostel
jay say droppin’ at midnight, he low on credit, i wait for the drop call
the cat-street is spot like a place of worship- man’s benedict [?]
so when i rap that’s gospel

[verse 2]

i spent last year so close to the edge i’m surprised i’ve still got my sanity
should’ve known that b-tch would’ve hold me down, these hoes got zero gravity
still i gotta steer this ship, sh-t, if not for me for the sake of my family
this pack can’t go in no glove box, better secrete that one in your cavity

[verse 3]

things that we do for the belly most normal people would find outrageous
man’s still knee-deep in this f-ckery, it’s mad how man treat me like i’m famous
i know good yutes that went school kick ball and they met the wrong side of a stainless
my young boy armed and dangerous- we chase money not clout or status

[verse 4]

them boy too insecure- how you findin’ strength in a next man’s weakness
despite all them zeds that i ran true, most of them nights in the [?] was sleepless
i write these raps like scriptures, tryna give faith to the non-believers
man are lucky my heart too clean, mum’s life i would take that yute to the cleaners

i used to ride ’round on pedals, parch full of pebbles, hungry and parrow
bro i was born in the deep-end, all now tings still say man’s shallow
flyin’ [?] took a break at bp, sleepy, wait on me like hallow
my block united, touch one of mine, we gon’ get right back like dalot
blowin’ cigarette smoke out the passenger side of this factory nuclear audi
talkin’ my name in shape, burrow gossip, stop it beggin’ you man ‘low me
i don’t wanna fly dubai- f-ck that tryna’ get this line hot like saudi
this nokia twerkin’ a gang, put work in most of england’s home counties

look sun, rain, sleet or snow i been in [?] whatever the weather is
the whitney came white like me, true say bobby got way more melanin
still strictly business regardless what man’s sellin’ or where man’s sellin’ it
bro i couldn’t give a f-ck ’bout how man get it, sh-t, as long as your gettin’ it

look this one ain’t got no hook, no bridge, no nuttin’, just me and my demons
you better take your pick- you wan’ risk your life or risk your freedom
i told bro if they take my life, don’t make it right, just make it even
right now man’s just loading, let’s speak again at the end of the season

sure

(oooh)

- glizz

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