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letra de f5 - gregory nichols

[intro]
one shot, two shot, three shot, four
i could take your second born
one shot, two shot, three shot, none
how you gone outrun the s.u.n.?
touch my family, you gone get k!lled
touch jalesia, you gone get k!lled
touch lisa, you gone get k!lled
touch sheila, you gone get k!lled
touch miss two, you gone get k!lled
touch zach, shout out zach (uh) you gone get k!lled
touch michael, you gone get k!lled
touch devonte’, you gone get k!lled
touch kevin, you gone get k!lled
touch sam pike, you gone gеt k!lled
touch ean, you gone definitеly get k!lled (uh)

[verse]
baby greg’s the alpha omega, nashville don dada, the devil wears prada but so does your father, i’ve been fathering so many artists from ’round the way, from brownsville to chapel hill, you know the drill, rappers relay
“mayday”, me and the villa gone fight, forever a melee, maybe, the day an artist convinced himself he needed to chase the sound that is a sad state of affairs that chastised the confidence, however n0body cares? (hmm, god!)
maybe you should’ve just came to the show
maybe you should’ve just changed up the flow
maybe you should’ve just gave up dough
maybe n0body will know (nah!)
maybe your gun was the first one to blow?
maybe your son is the one on the floor
maybe you shouldn’t have opened the door
maybe you should just go (nah)
picture him giving you dro’ in the sack
picture her giving you head in the back
picture them creeping around with a mac
n-ggas we will attack (ya!)
average day in the life of (no!)
robbery turned to the death of a joe
names in court, only time we show
put ’em in the land of snow (hold up!)
i’ve been dope as f-ck for a long time, you been knew that! (god!)
my new name is perry, brother
my voice is amazing, brother
i get money like paris, brother
hate y’all n-ggas like hogan, brother
shout-out keem & k. dot, brother
went to see em’ in concert, brother
me and sam was geekin’, brother
proud to be a “big stepper,” brother
peanut b-tter?, feed me brother
i draw n-ggas like ringling brothers
isn’t the weather amazing brother?
“uh, my n-gga it’s raining brother”
but it’s fine, i’m thinking brother
in the top 5’s my ranking brother
vonte’ woodard that be my brother
now i’m ready to go (go!)
the devil lays dormant in front of my eyes, and often arrives in packs of n-ggas, crackas, b-tches, terfs, hoogies, conservatives, christians, judges, politicians, elected officials, a pot to p-ss in
quit your b-tching, abort your mission
a vicious vixen, once told me that’s h-ll’s a given, for all of god’s children
i said “you trippin'”, but then she mentioned, our sin is living, in the devil’s kitchen, and now she’s missing
oh well, i guess i won’t absorb the message
like she texted a confession that was even more a lesson
pitch-corrected, though i’m guessing
the naked truth is that we stressing over sh-t the past has brought to the future just like a present (but)
you should’ve put it on yourself (god)
out here rapping for some wealth (god)
instead i do it for your health (god)
communities rebuilt (yeah)
another classic album (god)
as told by him (god)
baby greg for the win (god)
spin again, spin again!

- gregory nichols

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