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letra de guilty conscience - grindhard e

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
woke up gettin’ high, tryna chase my high from the last night
me, exotic, and the tris had a bad fight
good intentions vlone tryna cross out the bad vibes
bad habits, paid seven-fifty for a lil’ five
woke up, started my day with a deuce, i’m a lil’ high
poured half the pop out, poured the drank in a lil’ sprite
okay, you rolled a lil’ ‘wood, you a lil’ high
.223s, 5.56s, 7.62s, we don’t play with 9s
i’m not regular, if i say i’m blowin’ gas, then it’s 89
vip everywhere we go, we don’t wait in lines
talk all— alright
talk all that sh-t you want, touch me, you must be ready to die
call my n-ggas up, nah, i ain’t gotta call ’em
i ain’t gotta call ’em ’cause they always ready to slide
every time they see us all together, they be petrified
every time they see us out now, they be mesmerized
next time a n-gga try some bullsh-t, i ain’t lettin’ it slide
i don’t never let the beat breathe, f-ck it, let it ride
just jumped on the highway, i-75
just jumped on the highway, i-75
i be hittin’ the road, you be ridin’ around the city gettin’ high
[verse 2: wayne616]
you ain’t really gettin’ money, you just gettin’ by
i just poured a four up, lil’ n-gga, you just poured a line
i’m really in the streets, why you n-ggas still inside?
okay, if it’s just business, let me go get a suit and tie
n-ggas tryna catch up, but i just hit the finish line
e done drunk all of his drank, but i ain’t finish mine
i grinded for everything i got, it just took me time
and i ain’t in this sh-t for nothin’, n-gga, i bet you i get me mine
n-gga, how you broke on your ass and you ain’t even tryin’?
your kids don’t even respect you ’cause they know you lyin’
i could put the strap down, knuckle up, and put hands to you
it’s some pape’ on your head, boy, have your mans do you
n-gga better not react when that fan to him
so much love, they might find out that a fan blew him

[verse 3: grindhard e]
shot him in the head
shot him in his head, he lookin’ like the white boy off of scary movie
they ain’t never had no eyewitness said they seen eric shootin’
i’m ’bout to do turnaround, i’m finna go holler at barry tuesday

- grindhard e

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