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letra de deadstock - isaiah houston

(chorus)
i’m playin the record
i mastered my moves i’m playin the checkers
my n-ggas was broke we wearin them skechers
these n-ggas is hungry im cookin some breakfast
these bars really long just please scratch the surface
just follow your dreams you know what’s important

(verse 1)
i’m cookin the wealth they walk-in with stealth can’t sit down and help(man)
i’m feelin too hot can’t sit down and stop i feel like the rock
they feel really lost they lost in the sauce they lovin themsеlves
that n-gga a hoe he comе to my show he see me then go
i traveled the road i feel like a toad my
life is so slow
i need me a piece that girl a treesh she yellin’ out sheesh
i feel number one my life is so fun stop acting so dumb

(hook)
aye, deadstock n-gga come and get popped n-gga aye, deadstock n-gga come and get 6 figures aye, deadstock n-gga come and get popped n-gga aye, deadstock n-gga come and get 6 figures aye, deadstock n-gga come and get popped n-gga aye

(verse 2)
communion is usually dance with immunity robbing communities sticks than we crash

mama still praying for purity but all this poverty got me in stuff that could last
n-ggas done heard from the birds all the loot for the taking we robing the hoods with the class

aye man

n-ggas really tripping he trynna ride fishbowl’s and spray man

say man

better not miss on this l!ck we need more than change man

tug on the cross set the play man

done got the drop, when his day end

we gotta move first, keep it kosher don’t burst keep all on the low can’t get chained in

told me don’t trip man he gone on trip from the east to a spot where the bay ends

loaded with ski’s now we sick to the stomach but too hard for running we need all the dough

clutching the cross like it really could blow

pray that them sundays and prayers give me hope

snapped in reality get out and go
we moving like sergeants no g.i. joe

ran through the spot like it’s open for show then bro turned to a cobra he’s moving to slow

turned the head to see he’s ready to blow

the same n-gga i let sleep on the floor, when times got too rough and the streets was too cold

he said he need more than some cash and a score

he trynna be out there where n-ggas be living like kings and expensive and highs seem low

charged the game man you know how it go

hear the feds now he callin us bro

(outro)
wealth. fame. power. the man who had everything in this world… the pirate king, gold roger. the great treasure he left behind, one piece has opened the curtain on a grand era! it is a time when eager pirates set sail, battle, and become great! the great age of pirates! words he spoke drove countless men out to sea. and so men set sights on the grand line, in pursuit of their dreams. the world has truly entered a great pirate era!

- isaiah houston

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