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letra de play the crib - iso indies

[intro: dillmatic]
on and on, and-on-and-on, yeah
iso
indies, get it rack

[verse 1: dillmatic]
i’m starin’ at the moon as the stars start to realign
redefine my purpose and the outcome lookin’ so divine
if you think you got us beat, i just took it to overttime
they hate it, went two courses, come together and combine
i ain’t messin’ with that swine, keep the pigs away from me
preen your every move, they gon’ play you, buddy-buddy
took the good, the bad, the ugly and convert it into money
livin’ room, on my couch while my shorty playin’ rummy
today the forecast muggy so my nose is kinda stuffy
march madness vibеs, watchin’ duke vs. kentucky
cop some scratch-off lotto ‘causе i’m feelin’ kinda lucky
on my caveman flow, so i’m lookin’ kinda scruffy
my eyes is all puffy from the herbs that was fluffy
rest in peace to rusty, that’s our doggy since a puppy
rockin’ my iso gear, everywhere with a scully
now we goin’ digital just like that boy sunny
[pre-chorus: dillmatic]
the streets don’t love you and the blocks won’t hug you
play the corner, they gon’ mug you
’cause there’s other ways to hustle
don’t get caught up tryna juggle double lives you can’t muscle
livin’ in a bubble, hop up in the sp-ce shuttle and i’m gone

[chorus: conchezyout]
i’m thinkin’ ’bout stayin’ in, i think i’ma just play the crib
word, i’ma play the crib
’cause there’s too much goin’ on and a n-gga tryna live
facts, and i’m not with the sh-ts

[verse 2: conchezyout]
lock in, lock out, clock in, clock out
box in, box out, you either in or you out
like grandma used to say went in and outta her house
wifey mad at me, said, “take your ass to the couch”
i dip out anyway ’cause i’m tired of hearin’ her mouth
so i reach my pouch, roll up somethin’, then i’m out
now i got caught in my [?], in the fridge, it’s a drought
now i’m gettin’ tight, this the sh-t that i’m talkin’ ’bout
it’s time for the master, get a grasp of what’s happenin’
we do this sh-t for practice, now we ’bout to start snappin’
n-ggas thinkin’ backwards, tired of these fake rappers
n-ggas makin’ racks but be wack on they tracks
take it back to the time when n-ggas was spittin’ facts
loyalty over love, i know dill got my back, that’s a fact
so tell these other n-ggas, “just relax”
’cause we gon’ do it big and fill our crib with some plaques, yeah
[interlude: dillmatic, conchezyout]
vibes, watchin’ duke vs. kentucky, cop some scratch-
now i’m gettin’ tight, this the sh-t that i’m talkin’ ’bout
we do this sh-t for practice, now we ’bout to start snappin’
too much goin’ on and a n-gga tryna live

[pre-chorus: dillmatic]
the streets don’t love you and the blocks won’t hug you
play the corner, they gon’ mug you
’cause there’s other ways to hustle
don’t get caught up tryna juggle double lives you can’t muscle
livin’ in a bubble, hop up in the sp-ce shuttle and i’m gone

- iso indies

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