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letra de hands tied - j-alta

(intro: j-alta)
aye, i really like that sh-t, that sh-t is cool as h-ll

(verse 1: j-alta)
lawwwd, here i go again
getting all personal with the flow again
quit my job, ah h-ll, yea i’m broke again
still i’m fly with it, walk in & they know it’s him
hands tied, hands tied, throw your hands high
if you can’t sleep, tryna understand why
you got these dreams but you taking a beating
you see the starts in the sky, but you can’t seem to reach em
and i’m just tryna find the answer
finally winning, but they ain’t giving me credit, they’re tryna treat me like the panthers
still tryna make it, yo i gotta blow faster
granny getting old, got family fighting cancer
dreaming of her smile the day when i go hand her
keys to a crib, to live like she a chancellor
oh, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high
i got these questions lord, trying to understand why
the feeling getting so aggravating
when i’m online filling out applications
if i knew it’s this hard after graduating
i’da say f-ck school, & been pappy mason
hold up, wait, really i’m just tryna rap
but my boy want med school, tell me what’s up with that?
he got a 3.7, are we destined to fall?
because he’s tryna save lives, & they won’t give him a call
we got our, hands tied, hands tied, throw your hands high
if you can’t sleep, tryna understand why
times hard, i pray it’s just a phase
i don’t wanna look back, like those were better days, hey
the thugs were the school leaders
look at em now, telling the kids don’t be repeaters
funny how they breed us
to me they derrick fisher, they were once shooters, now they tryna coach, be a teacher, oh
yea, it’s been a long time coming
on this road to riches it’s been a long time running
stuck in carolina, tell me how i’m gon blow?
when you gotta kiss -ss to get booked for a show
when you do an open mic, everybody mean mugging
but when i’m in the a, yea i got the scene jumping
we all carolina, we supposed to be brothers
so how the f-ck we gon make it not supporting each other?
i got my, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high
if you can’t sleep, tryna understand why
ma asking “how you still not loving?”
there’s a couple i been f-cking, but nothing that got substance whoa
is it karma for the p-ssy i was soaking in
white girl, call her b-rab, cause she choked again
maybe i’m too flawed, maybe it’s not the time
but all i know, i got these dreams so i gotta grind
criticize the flow? well tough sh-t
i don’t take it too well wack rappers rich
so while i’m tryna get deep, save those that are hurt
weak rappers getting money off producers work
i don’t think they see the vision, think they see the mission
every since i saw my father figure locking in a prison
needed my visa, just so i could go see ya
couldn’t hold back the tears, cause it’s been 5 years
tired of this sh-t, so i’m tryna fix it
but your fam’s mad i don’t show up for christmas
they raised me too, how could i forget this?
tryna please everybody got my heart with a sickness
the result of this sh-t, i grew up a misfit
i hide it from hoes by just giving them this d-ck
got my, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high
found peace when i stopped tryna learn why, ah

- j alta

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