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letra de made it out - gmo stax

[intro: gmo stax]
(i hear you, jay c)
gmo
(mia jay c)

[chorus: gmo stax]
made it out, but i be wishin’ db still was with me, wish you would’ve listened (i miss my n-gga)
told him always watch these n-ggas (f-ck these n-ggas)
every time sko cross my mind, i get up in my feelings (every time)
told melly to keep his head up, forever tunchi livin’ (forever tunchi)
always got another lil’ brother, i’m forever with you
i had gotten a call that my n-ggas died, i wish that i was with ’em
told the bros today that it’s my time, stand on the business (it’s all i want)
know the rules, we livin’ by the gun, we dyin’ by the pistol (we know the rules)

[verse 1: gmo stax]
ninе times out of ten, i’d probably die with my hand on thе trigger (’cause i ain’t goin’)
poppin’ all these percs to heal the pain, i’m still in my feelings (i’m still in my feelings)
i’ma get the money, all these n-ggas wanna be is k!llers
i ain’t got no point to prove, i got more stripes than adidas (i ain’t got no point to prove)
let my youngins claim that body dead, they’ll never know i did it (they’ll never know)
never worked no nine-to-five, but i’m gon’ get the job finished (i’m gon’ get the job done)
i can’t take no picture in this fit ’cause i might slide in it (can’t)
walk a n-gga down in it (fah)
i don’t come outside ‘less i got three hundred rounds with me
switched up in miami, even got it out of town with me
f-ck i look like gettin’ caught out of bounds like them clown n-ggas?
in the ‘raq with fifty in my .40, i’m with q50 (long live jeff)
puttin’ so much pressure on the opps, now they recruitin’ n-ggas
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
every time a n-gga die or get robbed, they sayin’ it’s 50
i feel like wayne, slidin’ through the 6 with my f-ckin’ drizzy
if he run, then he get ricky’d, head tap left his ass dizzy
walkin’, stumblin’ like he tipsy
stand over his ass so i know he finished
go, 7.62 if a n-gga play dumb
come here, where you goin’? lil’ n-gga, don’t run
micro drac’ sound like a bomb
had to get me a stick ’cause on the last hit, i f-cked around, broke my drum
f-ck the ‘burbs, they not on a crumb
one, two, three, b-tch, here we come
some n-ggas ain’t finna make it past this month
f-ck poohman, put his ass in this blunt
if i take you on a drill, you don’t get no k!ll, next time, your ass can’t come
catch me a hat, an hour later, then i’m boolin’ at the trump
they say that i’m the new hbunk ’cause i rob rappers, that sh-t fun

- gmo stax

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