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letra de type of days (feat. ghost) - hackey og

[chorus: hackey og]
swear to god i’m gon’ blow now
money all on the floor now
b-tches knocking my door down
let that get to your head
they don’t want me on the road now
they just want me broke, tore down
they don’t want me on tour now
they don’t want me getting bread
trying to get to my place now
helicopters and canines
caution tape, section 8 crimes
some sh-t’s better unsaid
they don’t favor no race now
all up into your case now
they just want your ass face down
begging not to be dead

[verse 1: hackey og]
they don’t want me to blow
they don’t want me to stunt
y’all just wanna see me stuck
they just wanna see me fold
they don’t want me seeing my goals
they just want me destroyed
they just want me in cuffs
they just want me tough like momma raised
haters throwing shade but i ain’t phased
dirty from the dirty, we ain’t bathe
‘cause the water drizzling is k!lling babies
see the controversy of the touchy topic
of the stimmy checks
who should and shouldn’t got it
hit ya harder whey you coming out of flint
where government funnels every cent that should’ve went
to ridding lead out of every pipeline
sourcing bottle waters and some lifelines
sh-t’ll weigh up on ya, need to unwind
good sativa and some red wine
play that old alicia through my key fob
eyes bl–dy red like i rep five
25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir
lending all this dope out got me learning lessons
[bridge: hackey og]
they wanna out grind me but they can’t, no, no
they wanna out shine me but they can’t, no, no
they wanna out grind me but they can’t, no, no
can’t no, no, can’t (yeah) no, no, no

[verse 2: ghost & hackey og]
this is flint
this ain’t no snow on tha bluff (this is the vehicle city)
b-tch, ain’t no hoe in my blood
every night sirens and violence (sirens and violence)
they will remain in the silence
while bodies keep piling up (remain in the silence)
tempers keep riling up (bodies keep piling)
lie after lie and we dying for trying for love
smiling while they applying the cuffs
get shot in the back just for trying to run
we’re dying because we rely on the gun
momma was high on the drugs (momma was high on them drugs)
babies don’t matter enough (babies don’t matter enough)
daddy moved out of the hood
sitter say he gone for good
winter came, losing the roof
some people still have it rough, whoa, no
no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no

- hackey og

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