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letra de soliloquy - haiti babii

[intro]
got a warrant for my arrest
f-ck goin’ down now
talk to ’em

[verse 1]
lately i been feelin’ like i’m livin’ in my last days
death my last challenge, ain’t no overcomin’ that
money over b-tches, ain’t no n-gga have to teach me that
you ain’t ’bout that murder gang, you just love to carry strap
warrant for my arrest, so i had to kick my whole family out
n-gga got a felony, still ridin’ with that thang on me
i don’t do the sneaky link, these freak b-tches get no d-ck
cave a n-gga face in for speakin’ on the murder gang
and when i shoot ’em, i’ma stand over ’em and shoot ’em again
motherf-cka think that i’m playin’, what the f-ck is you sayin’?
heart beatin’ fast, them mothеrf-ckas runnin’ from the bullets, ah
nevеr been a p-ssy, never been afraid to pull it (uh huh)
gimme that bullsh-t, you notice i’m a gangsta motherf-cka
think they lookin’ at a stranger, look in the mirror (talk to ’em)
motherf-ckas think they lookin’ at a stranger, look in the mirror (what else?)

[verse 2]
b-tch, you bleed like i bleed, it’s a man in the mirror
lookin’ back at my life, man you lookin’ familiar
is the devil a lie? ’cause he all in my head
takin’ pictures with motherf-ckas, know they want me dead (man)
(takin’ pictures with motherf-ckas, know they want me dead) (come on)
as you tell a motherf-cka no, he quick to go bust on yo’ ass
motherf-ckas get choppas and they blowin’ at yo’ ass
i’ma live by the gun, die by the gun, that’s how i’m raised (yeah)
motherf-ckas ain’t never been shot, only a graze
i ain’t the type to wear my heart on my sleeve, [?][1:16]
but i think that love is a fairytale told by the haters
maybe when i die, finally find peace, ain’t no love in these streets
so my motto for tomorrow is “get paid”
and i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga, i ain’t no ho, b-tch (ho, b-tch)
put down that sticky-icky and get that bl!cky, get to trippin’ (grrah)
n-gga know i’m trippin’, on my mama, i been—
[outro]
lord, please wash away my sins
for all my fallen angels, we just tryna win
it’s only one way to make it out this hood sh-t
it’s two ways to go though
death or in jail
god, take care of my family
watch over me, give me strength, give me power
shower me with love
(is there heaven for a thug?)
i been talkin’ to myself these late nights
feelin’ like—
i been learnin’ who i am, learnin’ myself, you know?
but i can’t seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh
money won’t change me
b-tches won’t break me
the streets don’t make me
give a f-ck if they hate me

- haiti babii

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