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letra de the exit 2 baby - izzy93

[intro]
i’m still that same n-gga reppin’
the murder creek, n-gga
’til i die n-gga, ain’t sh-t changed

[verse 1]
ey
remember back then
they didn’t give a f-ck ’bout me
but now they all do
’cause they know who i am
i used to hit the block like every day
i would go buy a q
and bust it down to grams
i got some n-ggas
that switched off of trapping
and rich off of robbing
and doing some scams
i got the whole f-ckin’ city behind me
they say i’m the goat
now i need me a lam’
i got this sh-t poppin’ outta the creek
‘member back then
i ain’t know where i be
constantly thinkin’ ’bout death or prison
’cause i did a whole lotta sh-t in thesе streets
i was the one robbing all of the plugs
go ask thеm f-cks if they heard about me
i’m really living the sh-t that i rap
i don’t gotta write this sh-t down on a sheet
i’m really different
i’m not from this planet
i spit the real sh-t
they can’t understand it
been in the cut
but don’t need me no bandage
i be off the drugs
so my feelings can vanish
i been through a lot
i’m emotionally damaged
but i just work through it
and made the sh-t happen
i think ’bout my son
and he keep me from slackin’
ain’t no way in h-ll
i’ll ever be a has-been
i hit that block just to get to the money
you hit that block
and then go home with nothing
streets h-lla cold
keep that heat by my stomach
i’m the definition of nothing to something
i know what it’s like to feel stuck at the bottom
when your world falling down
like the leaves up in autumn
and have your feelings bottled up like a bottle
makes me wanna crash out
like i’m driving full throttle (makes me wanna crash out
like i’m driving full throttle)
[interlude]
and that’s just real sh-t
i come from a dark place too you know
not having no money in my pocket
not being able to do sh-t for my family
but i knew i was gonna change that sh-t and make it happen
ey

[verse 2]
and now i’m turnt up
and they tell me i’m on
i got the whole city
jamming my songs
walk in the section
and racks gettin’ blown
then i walk out that b-tch
and i put that sh-t on
no i never been
but my jacket’s from rome
burberry my fit
ysl my cologne
when my ringer go off
money calling my phone
phone on dnd
while recording my songs
we gone serve out the scat
or go serve out the caddy
got love out in boston
shout out my boy [?]
don’t play with my name
get you popped like an addy
they hopped on my wave
i’m these rap n-gga’s daddy (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
[outro]
yuh
y’all n-ggas know i gave y’all hope man
y’all n-ggas know i made y’all feel like
y’all can do this sh-t too
especially comin’ from where i come from
murder creek
southwest side
the exit two baby
the one and only, n-gga

- izzy93

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