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letra de grow - jaey kilo

[intro]
(drum dummie make the beat and i’m gone k!ll it)

[verse]
man i’m hearing that my gangsta, been in question in my city
only thing i’m wondering, why no one had stepped up to me really
i don’t know why they like drama, that’s for b-tches just like pity
i don’t feed into this sh-t, these n-ggas childish and they silly
i ain’t speaking in particular, but more of as a whole
so you feel some type of way, cuz what i say then you’ll know
take it serious as you take yourselves, and maybe you’ll grow
cuz i ain’t saying nothing, but i might be the one to leave you float
ain’t gon’ lie i ain’t grow up tough as y’all, i ain’t gon’ front
but i bet that i was younger, when i hit the porch and jumped
yeah i grew up with 2 parents, but ain’t got reason pump
cuz we struggled in our own different ways, just to punt
we might be from different types of hoods, but n-gga lets be clear
something all of us got in common, had to grow up with no fear
just to be accepted, you gon’ car jack or shoot the steel
and i did ‘em both for real, in the stoleo i’ma steer
don’t try tell me bout no bodies n-gga, i believe ‘em dawg
i done caught ‘em to i’m hearing what you saying even dawg
different reasons i won’t speak on, but i had to leave ‘em dawg
i ain’t hearing no comparisons, and i don’t see ‘em dawg
what’s your reason for committing murder, was you off a xan
or a molly or a perky, bet that wasn’t part your plan
have you ever had to k!ll, for n-ggas won’t f-ck with your fam
all because of choices, you made as a teen and not a man
sh-t keep that to yourself my n-gga please, don’t put on wax
i ain’t need no drugs to dirt, i’m sober as f-ck and i’m relaxed
maybe it’s a problem inside of my head, i need attack
same time the past is in the past, and i can’t wind it back
opened up my eyes, and saw the streets for what it really was
n-ggas act like they f-ck with you, beneficial type of love
sh-t hurt more when it’s your n-ggas from the streets, over your blood
but that type of sentimental sh-t, the type to get you slugged
n-ggas go to prison, and they boys forget ‘em in a week
i done seen it with my eyes, and it hit me n-ggas leech
i had cut the snakes off, before they try and bite a piece
n-ggas say i turned distant, and they feel i’m outta reach
that’s the point man, now they salty to me and to clique (what else)
unfollowed me and blocked me, and ain’t never like my pics (aw yeah)
that’s funny look who saw my story, who opened my sh-t (huh)
ain’t miss a single post, and i forgot that they exist (let’s go)

[outro]
maybe that’s the reason, why they so bitter to me
i don’t let it phase me, sh-t ain’t bigger then me
some days going slow, some quicker to me
i prefer being sober, don’t give liquor to me
aye we be pressing n-ggas, and they be pressing charges
we be painting sh-t, pic-sso how we checking artists
they be stepping hard, but here we stepping hardest
look thru that scope and hit your dawg, we be getting targets (phew)
yeah i, know i’m going far in life
just like the usa flag, my n-ggas is some stars with stripes (stars with stripes)
and i, don’t let no distractions see
i’m blind to the toxic, not to the fact can’t pull the wool on me (wool on me)
no i, ain’t tryna repeat the cycle
instead of repeating whats on the net, i dare you repeat the bible (‘peat the bible)
so i, bow my head pray god forgives
i ain’t finna talk or snitch on myself, but he knows what i did (what i did)

- jaey kilo

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