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letra de i'm done rapping - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
(yeah, zwerega, you so icy)
(gary, what the f-ck up?)

[chorus]
i ain’t gotta rap to make myself no money
i know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to kentucky
pockets bulgin’ off the hustle, the rap money, it ain’t nothin’
f-ck rappin’, i’m with the jackboys tryna catch a n-gga stuntin’, yeah
i quit my b-tch, i quit rappin’, i quit everything
i’m done tryna find some beats, i’m tryna buy some ‘caine
on the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane
you let me tell it, i’m too real for this lil’ rap game

[verse 1]
sh-t, i’d rather sell dope than spit a rhyme
n-ggas tellin’ me i’m up next, i’m ready to skip the line
you in thе streets and you ain’t got twenty thousand, go get a job
you evеr been to jail and had to choose the lawyer or the bond?
yeah, you ever seen them bullets break a n-gga bones?
you ever grew up with a n-gga that gave him life and he never told?
f-ck that, your dog ever took a shot and ain’t make it home?
you ever came back with fifty thousand cash off the road, n-gga?
i ain’t think so
paranoid inside the trap, i got the pistol at the peephole
pillow talkin’ to a b-tch, you’d probably tell on all your people
look, i’m a gangster, we can shoot it out or fight soon as i see you (n-gga)
i’m really him, that’s why they named me after a gun
when that money get involved, n-ggas be runnin’ out of love
million in cash, would you k!ll for that sh-t? n-gga, duh
i can tell how you actin’, you ain’t never seen no blood
[?] so b-tch, i see you in the strip, might throw some ones at you
actin’ like y’all catchin’ bodies, n-ggas love cappin’
i’m frontline when it be smoke, the middle with the action
and i can’t deal with ho sh-t, that’s why i’m done rappin’
[interlude]
[?] with a team? what team?
no-no, no, what i’m gon’ do is
i’m gonna look out for myself

[verse 2]
i’d probably never make it rappin’, but i got some other sk!lls that’s gon’ pay the bills
treatin’ n-ggas like my son, i feel like paid will
after this last tape, i’m done, boom take the wheel, yeah
free lil red, he got three, that n-gga took the deal
before rappin’, we was chillin’ on the block
now we out the way, you couldn’t pull up if you had the drop
i’m tryna go back to the trap, f-ck rappin’, i’d probably stop
but then again, i’d probably don’t, ’cause if i do, i’m like my pops
yeah, these n-ggas lame and broke and dumb
it ain’t sh-t for me to go and get a bucket, and-one
this sh-t be bad when you ain’t out here with no funds, ain’t no fun
and when them guns start goin’ off and you ain’t got one, n-gga, run

- glockboyz teejaee

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