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letra de abyss - gravechill

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
my n-gga cello and lil fred, dead from the bullet wound
the media tryna say it’s gang related, but them b-tches tradin’
my n-gga never g-ngb-ng, a brother for a color
a murder charge with no heart, they even k!lled his mother

[verse 1: lady b]
dead, my daddy once said
that i wouldn’t be sh-t, so now i gotta struggle at the age seventeen
you gotta save early, when you old, then you count your green
i was just a virgin, back then splurgin’ on my body, n-ggas loved shape
but they couldn’t bust a grape
almost everyday, i think about this sh-t when i was young
how this world done changed
dope, money, weed runnin’ thangs (ain’t it, mane)
husbands shootin’ they wife, thinkin’ she dead, so he take his life
suicidal, unforgiven sins, now you h-ll type
funerals real thick, neighborhoods kinda sick
families havin’ a fit, news reporters eat the cat
they don’t understand, that we takin’ this sh-t to d-mn far
they can’t recognize until they move up on our boulevard
no good, hollywood, big dope dealers never last
tryna front a youngin’, sellout, snitchin’ on your monkey

[instrumental break]
[bridge: kingpin skinny pimp]
we gotta come together, slow up on this black on black
you better hear me though, b-tch
i’ma run into your

[instrumental break]

[verse 2: kingpin skinny pimp]
my n-gga cello and lil fred, dead from the bullet wound
the media tryna say it’s gang related, but them b-tches tradin’
my n-gga never g-ngb-ng, a brother for a color
a murder charge with no heart, they even k!lled his mother
what’s up to my n-gga chill will? rest in peace, player
family k!llin’ family over petty for real
still, we gotta come together, slow up on this black on black
you better hear me though, b-tch
i’ma run into your ass

- gravechill

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