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letra de from afar - icewear vezzo

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
turn this b-tch up, i ain’t even try (it’s too easy)
half purple, half red, let it even out (let it even out)
stars in the ceiling, i can see the sky (b-tch)
my oldhead made a fifty, he can’t read or write (iced up records)
had to earn my respect, f-ck who showin’ love
got more money every n-gga in the whole club
hit the road by myself, got my own plug
i brought lean to the city, n-ggas owe up, n-gga
i wear saint laurent, we don’t drip the same
this a thousand dollar pot, we don’t sip the same
ask them hoes how i play, we don’t tip the same
yeah, pop an rp ‘fore i hit the stage

[chorus]
i can see them n-ggas hatin’ from a far distance
you can see this jewelry shakin’ from a far distance
when that pape’ get low, n-ggas start snitchin’
you ain’t a ghetto superstar, you a star witness

[verse 2]
learned the game from myself, i’m my own student
why he got a record deal makin’ road music?
hot n-gga movin’ solo with a whole movement
we don’t do that pillow talkin’, let them hoes do it
your favorite rapper know i’m him, better ask them n-ggas
i was barely even runnin’ and p-ssed them n-ggas
same n-gga off the h-rn from rags to riches
i got hitters down on mack up to cadieux, n-gga
put my trust in n0body, n-ggas too iffy
glock 19 pokin’ out the blue hoody
love every n-gga in my crew, let ’em move with me
real n-gga, keep it hundred like two fifties
had a meeting with the mayor while on fed papers
i turned shooters into bosses, now they bread chasers
get any b-tch in the city, that’s a dead lay-up
hit the p-ssy in the morning, get the head later
i’m back hangin’ with the gang ’cause i’m hungry again
i see the hate in n-ggas’ face, they don’t want me to win
go ‘head and book me for a show, i’ma throw ’bout a ten
in the middle of the summer, let it blow like the wind
f-ck squashin’ beef, i ain’t sparin’ these n-ggas
put a ten on his head, go and bury these n-ggas
i’m out in cali with the bloods, me and perry, we crippin’
young n-ggas got it out the mud, now we buried in fendi, ugh

[interlude]
drank god
ayy, gucci
be right there, what’s happenin’? yeah

- icewear vezzo

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