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letra de holy - inwintr

b-b-bullet through his head, make that boy holy
boutta roll up i ain’t talkin’ bout poly
we don’t give a f-ck ‘bout the opps or the police
she want me so bad but she cannot control me
i ran up the racks, i think i need a trophy
i got a white b-tch, and i think her name sophie
can’t trust these ni—s i know they gon’ hoe me
did it my own way i can’t let ‘em hold me
heater on me gotta make sure i’m scolding
i gotta keep going i gotta keep growing
they liking my music they say i be floating
protecting my brothers like i was a goalie
don’t say it’s for life, yeah you gotta show me
had nowhere to go i was stuck by my lonеly

i’m with my brothers i don’t need no friends
i really don’t carе about you and yo mans
tryna get to the racks tryna get to the bands
tryna cook in the stu not talkin’ pots or pans
these ni—s be sweaty like look at yo glands
i put in the work you can look at my hands
i was down bad i was stuck in a jam
i had to get out, i had to make a plan
they took my last hope, and they went and ran
i know its people that believe in me
it’s so many nights can’t get no sleep
it’s some new bullsh-t, its a new week
but i can’t go out sad i can’t be weak
it’s so many nights where my momma had weeped
can’t wait til i’m up i can finally sleep
imma be on my grain trust and believe
so much gas in the tank i can’t be on e
too much money out here i can’t never stop
imma remember them days when my mike had a sock
if you don’t like me i really do get it
some of the sh-t i say not for you b-tches
but i don’t understand why you gonna hate on me, like what the f-ck bro i’m just tryna get rich
and i’m tryna get cold
i’m tryna get cold i ain’t talking bout risk
that ni— talk sh-t put his face to my face
gotta move smart gotta move in a blitz
…

(ah, f-ck)
ok lil’ ni— let’s go to the truth
how you folded on me i would not fold on you
in the all black coupe, boy i feel like bruce
and these n-ggas gon’ fold for a little bit of juice
and the truth ain’t really for the faint of heart
tryna race to the racks lil’ boy lets start
i was stuck all alone i was stuck in the dark
i do this for the people i love making art
(i do this for the people i love making art)

- inwintr

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