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letra de pancakes - j. stalin

[intro]
young gage, this slap!
he-he-hear a young gage slapper

[hook]
n-ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons

[verse 1]
i been digging dirt all night, n-gga
don’t cry for me, cause it come with the life, n-gga
keep a pole, but never keep a wife, n-gga
i be in a suit like a white n-gga
i’ma tell my kids about the latundra heights, n-gga, thе iceman
and how you couldn’t sell white, n-gga
but you could do it on thе low, long as you greazy lil palms
them n-ggas know
ain’t sh-t moving if n-ggas ain’t selling snow
all my n-ggas train like dogs, they on go
if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t ready for war
shoot that sh-t up every day, and they won’t post at the store
started up as a lookout, move up to totem pole
now you the sh-t like a commode
real n-ggas never blink, never fold
carry on with the gangsta sh-t so i can get home
[hook]
n-ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons

[verse 2]
beating up the road, it’s raining and i can’t see
i got h-lla guns and dope on me
n-ggas say they want 9s, i sell all of mines
keep the 45 to keep n-ggas in line
same trip, but we change routes all the time
never talk on phones cause n-ggas dropping dimes
he go to court and it’s “don’t be late, you got the time”
cause i gotta cook pancakes for little jovan
and crossybo gon need his daddy up
so i’ma blast a n-gga like a stereo
we can do the drop at emporium imperial
swear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this sh-t a miracle
might need you to get it ‘cross the border, can’t be scary, ho
might need to get you a visa, we gotta get married, ho
might need you to get it ‘cross the border, can’t be scary, ho
might need to get you a visa, we gotta get married, ho
[hook]
n-ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons

[instrumental]

- j stalin

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