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letra de fame before felony - j bootz

[chorus]
baby
you ain’t pickin’ up yo phone, what’s the issue?
we gon’ wipe his nose wit the pole, ain’t talkin’ tissue
it’s been like 3 months since i left and girl nah i don’t miss you
he want lyrical combat but only brought a pistol
i got rocket launcher bars that’s c-cked and stocked wit them missiles
how you cross me, do me dirty, say you love me, that’s just sinful
you my dog we follow principles don’t get yo ass dismissed too
cause i can’t lose another one, that’s some sh-t i just went through

[verse 1]
if i had a son i’d tell him not to get attached
because these people turn thеy backs
the way your pops can flip a bag
but that’s just how life goes, focus on yoursеlf and set life goals
and don’t be scared to gamble on your dreams like a dice roll
i practice what i’m preachin’, now i’m aiming for my rivals
they say jesus walks cause i mob the streets with 12 disciples
i take ownership for my mistakes, i won’t sell no title
cause every lesson that i’ve ever learned all have a precise role
now look at what you woke up
every d-mn day i swear these snakes be gettin’ closer
one day you chillin wit yo dog the next day he’s a cobra
that’s why i keep these poles tucked, i’m yellin’ trust no one
hoes trickin’, bros switchin’, no difference, man what’s new?
what you don’t understand is that i got it off the muscle
so if you try to take it from me best believe you in trouble
cause i stay with a clique that shoots like dame in the bubble
yeah they all hit
perfect flow, flawless
she said bootzy you handsome, i said baby girl your gorgeous, just honest
[chorus]
baby
you ain’t pickin’ up yo phone, what’s the issue?
we gon’ wipe his nose wit the pole, ain’t talkin’ tissue
it’s been like 3 months since i left and girl nah i don’t miss you
he want lyrical combat but only brought a pistol
i got rocket launcher bars that’s c-cked and stocked wit them missiles
how you cross me, do me dirty, say you love me, that’s just sinful
you my dog we follow principles don’t get yo ass dismissed too
cause i can’t lose another one, that’s some sh-t i just went through

[verse 2]
man these bars keep coming to my head
like bullets made of lead when somebody want you dead
in the car dodging feds
told the driver hook the left
now we back at the crib with the crew breaking bread
or choppin’ cheese like the deli
i’m the plug where i’m from they just hit me on my celly
the same dude you was riding with is the same one that’s out telling
only hang if you gone better me
promise to my momma i’d see fame before a felony

- j bootz

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