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letra de intro (poetry lounge 2) - jag

-verse 1: chubby jag
i’m just hoping i get to chill
sh-t been getting bad, i’m just hopin’ i get the deal
caught up in the life, i hope i don’t forget the sk!ll
i been dreamin’ about the bucks plus winnin’ like this the meal
i floss heat, you ain’t’ winnin’ this sh-t concealed
pimpin at it’s finest, let them b-tches get the bill
i heard the cops is shootin’ n-gg-s in cuffs now
that’s why my n-gg-s the only n-gg-s i trust now
i swear i’m smoking i’m never puttin’ my cup down
we all def. shout out the company uncle russ found
family think i’m rich huh, n-gg-s switchin’ up now
set u up, u think it’s a dinner it’s a buss down
came from the gutter, n-gg-s crazy to groom
bring me back when i was homeless pat gave me the room
i been sendin’ love to my papi
got a brother in the army, i just hope he don’t die from a slug from one ockies
no i ain’t’ preachin’ i’m teachin’ i’m givin’ lessons out
we went from jeans to slacks. feel like we steppin out
my momma on the bed prayin’, and stressin’ out
she don’t wanna see me on the bed like i’m stretchin’ out
from rags to richest, this the life for that
i feel like jesus took my dad, he wasn’t right for that
scattered thoughts back, i don’t need the hype for that
all this sh-t came from the heart, no need to write for that

-verse 2:
everything seem funny
and it’s crazy cuz’ the funny thing is they say the love you but they really mean money
tried to take the dream from me
i tell these hoes i got that karl malone swag, you won’t get a ring from me naa
plumbin’ never showed and now we lookin’ for the leakin’
gave her style scream ow like she was looking for the weekend
move drugs to survive, got me lookin’ for the tweakin’
in church boutta cry got me lookin’ for the deacon
i respect mad n-gg-s except for you
work hard now so when i’m older i got less to do
i never had love for nothin’ except the booth
still lie to these hoes, they can’t except the truth
she give me all the brain i swear that hoe got no mind
i was on my slow grind, now i’m in it like show time
all my n-gg-s know protect the rock like the o-line
bars n-gg- i can p-ss the bar exam in no time
i can’t lie we all had dreams of being self made
got caught with that weed like bron did in the 12th grade
i just hit up pat and told the n-gg- that enough’s enough
barely f-ck with fam because other family f-cked it up
loyalty is everything some of them ain’t have that
formed a new alliance, that’s what some of them is mad out
if ever get hurt its like when kobe hurt
dressed up to spur boy i call that sh-t gin-bly shirt
so to judge a n-gg- life, you gotta know me first
intro got em like jesus christ that’s a holy verse

- jag

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