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letra de dc - hollywood gee

got me feeling like i′m all in
sh-t got me feeling like i’m all in
ballin′

young n-gga, know i live a life of dream chasing
memories inside my mental get to speed racing
i been calling out to god i’m trying to flee satan
woke up one day and seen my role model freebasing
d-mn, breathe in breathe out son
he think he got away, but karma you can’t outrun
i started rapping, trying to make my “make it out” fund
praying that my dawg ain′t caught with it, or without one

born sinner, i′m the product of a cold n-gga
cocaine changed my life and i ain’t never sniffed it
i can′t tell you bout no gangsta sh-t, i never did it
still the realest n-gga breathing, realest n-gga in it
cold hearted, been a winner since he started
life was weighing on me heavy, when i stepped back sh-t got harder
so i stand up, f-ck around and manned up
and no i don’t drive the bus, but here to pick the bands up
off a razor and these hands, put like 50 grand up
and yeah i′m my brother’s keeper, here to pick my mans up
remember i was popping out, in a minivan, uh
seen a miracle, my n-gga paralyzed a stand-up

wild flower, wild flower
you just need some room to grow
in my city sh-t get hot
but you would swear the streets was snow
lately i been getting high, but out the way, i′m staying low
i’m trying to turn over a new leaf, and light it up
and clear the smoke
feel like a renegade
running from my past, i been afraid
of them cold nights, hungry and lost
i’m in a maze
n-ggas high as h-ll, smoking like exhaust
i′m in a daze
and when life gave me lemons
turned my wrist to minute-maid

and when i get in my feelings
roll a thoink to k!ll the pain
yeah you love me when its shining
can you stand to feel the rain
this sh-t deeper than the rap
i vent so i don′t feel insane
and though cash rules every thing around me
still the same
and no dice game, a n-gga rolled the dice
i beat the odds
in my city sh-t get tragic
went to church to meet his god
ask about me in the woods and they gone tell you
“he go harder”
trying to look up at the ceiling, press a b-tton, see the stars like

young n-gga, know i live a life of dream chasing
memories inside my mental get to speed racing
i been calling out to god i’m trying to flee satan
woke up one day and seen my role model freebasing
d-mn, breathe in breathe out son
he think he got away, but karma you can′t outrun
i started rapping, trying to make my “make it out” fund
praying that my dawg ain’t caught with it, or without one

- hollywood gee

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