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letra de killer - glocc 40

[intro]
(fight!)
(ayo, this jd on this m-th-f-cka y’all know how this sh-t go)

[chorus: glocc 40]
grew up with the k!llers that k!lled k!llers
momma know she raised a cold n-gga
when it’s hot n-gga don’t let the cold get you
we was young, putting opps in a whole swisher
boogeyman from the 7 i’m gone get you
put a hole his car like some cheese n-gga
i was young on the block throwing c’s n-gga
mom’s a fighter, my pops an og n-gga

[verse: glocc 40]
had no life so i lived in the streets
kept a knife, but i clutched on my heat
gangster n-gga, don’t take no defeat
we was broke and we slept in the street’s
i was robbing in rain or the sleet
left that life now they thinking i’m sweet
needed shoes so i’m taking ya feet’s
n-ggas stuck on they b-tch, like a leech
got a dream now i’m really just preaching
seen my angel in black, he was speaking
in my teens when i first seen the reaper
got the block listening, i’m the speaker
gave my heart, but she left for a cheater
didn’t dub her, she just was a eater
she was pretty but moved like felicia
she a thot so we named her a treesha
i’m that n-gga whenever i step
from the land and the bronx so i rep
my young shooter be shootin’ like steph
got a tech now i’m fouling the ref
hit his arm if they don’t hit his chest
lost my dawg and that sh-t took my breath
i grew up with the scammers and chefs
f-ck the ‘vator, i’m taking the steps
f-ck the walking, i need me a vet
b-tch i’m solid so don’t get me bent
seen my mother cry tears over rent
had n0body to talk to or vent
only rapping for money and checks
started rapping, it made me a vet
i was 10 and got put on the set
rest in peace, got they names on my neck
what you know bout seeing your brothers die
i grew up on starvation and homicides
either do or you die and don’t lie
when your homie outside, you gon’ slide
we was just on the bikes, tryna ghost ride
she mess with the opps, playin’ both sides
now she gone die by the .45s
now she gon’ die, playing both sides
lambo blue and my president black
i can’t talk ’cause they faking on wax
stand on ten and imma keep it stack
take me back, take me back to the trap
if he talk then i’m dropping his cap
gangster n-gga, this sh-t ain’t for rap
n-ggas p-ssy and actin like cats
n-ggas saying i’m cap but it’s facts
[chorus: glocc 40]
grew up with the k!llers that k!lled k!llers
momma know she raised a cold n-gga
when it’s hot n-gga don’t let the cold get you
we was young, putting opps in a whole swisher
boogeyman from the 7 i’m gone get ya
put a hole his car like some cheese n-gga
i was young on the block throwing c’s n-gga
mom’s a fighter, my pops an og n-gga

- glocc 40

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