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letra de nothin to do with it - j. monty

[verse 1]
yeah, they see monty out here wit’ a cheat sheet
doll hit a hunnid when i press it
promise you don’t really wanna see these bars
watch out, you might get arrested
meet my og, you still hoop on leach street
doll ’til they started movin’ reckless
i can’t verify unless you very fire
homie, please stop askin’ for my blessing
until e’erybody in the street see god
i can’t stop, i’m too invested
police out here k!llin’ on our pretend law
why they gotta shoot pedestrians? there’s too much еstrogen
abusin’ weapons, they don’t do no quеstionin’
just pew-pew-pew, too agressive, you’re too assessive
should have stayed home if you was stressin’
just another r.i.p. in the group messages
i done bounced back from a few deficits
father god made me new, it’s evident
you don’t play your part, then we finna have to part
’cause you know the lyin’ dark don’t do togetherness
told the old me to get a new residence
keep the family close, i don’t do pessimists
lead the beat slaughter, i done seen the deep water
by the d.e.t., walkin’ in a new testament
murder, k!llin’, hurtin’ children, burnin’ buildings
churches still ain’t worship, tensions turn to villain
cursin’ women, circle sinnin’, blurry vision
service sentences, the serpent, he’ll still listen
percocets and purses, purpose missin’
if you heard conviction but you out here doin’ it
and that’s what you want, don’t hit my phone
[chorus]
’cause i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it

[verse 2]
rumble, young man, the jungle will humble you
if you comin’, can’t get comfortable, dawg
it’s a cold world, comin’ it up at you
if you fumbled, then they comin’, applause
seen a graveyard guzzle the gullible
watched a mother put her son in the bars
gotta pray hard, trouble too colorful
i ain’t bluffin, i’ve been runnin’ the guard
early in the mornin’
and i still got lil’ homies, i’ve been facin’ duckin’ charges
it’s more eulogies than opportunities
i can’t contribute to the lawless
it’s so many bodies in the ground
we got blood drippin’ from the faucet
murder in the street, murderin’ the beat, murder for the weak
if it ain’t ’bout g.o.d

[chorus]
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it
i don’t want nothin’ to do with it

- j monty

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