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letra de g.u.t.s. (god under the sun) - hurricane carter

[intro/hook]
with a strap on me
it ain’t our problems
ain’t mothaf-cking our problems
ain’t my problems
mothaf-cking our problems

[verse 1]
creepers in my dreams and they’re calling my name
acting propane all i need is a flame
and just put ’em in pain
they laughing on my way
stacking caskets like logs by the woods in the rain
knowing they be stepping outside the frame
painting vivid pictures without signing names
y’all posh mpthaf-ckas never starved a day
me and rich hoes we gon’ fornicate
putting up with living in the section 8
ramen noodles had to k!ll the pain
and i was born and raised, on some money chase
where friendly mothaf-ckas don’t last a day
counting twenties till i buy a bentley
yea you got a job but you monthly wealthy
don’t rent i deploy, knowing that someone
serving door by door, cocaine convoy
ashing genetics left from a living people
lasting forever flashbacks of our prequel
i’ve been in the ghetto so long i’m lethal
birds of a feather i guess i’m equal
this cemetery been as dark as ever been
been a pretty much forever since we still in this b-tch
in this sh-t
k!lla, k!ll it turn his stash to a revenue
get that, get that cash
now he owns baltic avenue
i’m the one that f-cks with you
abaddon which side is you
crawling in the pit with you
now you f-cking with the realest homie

- hurricane carter

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