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letra de perception - jag

(hook)
i’m just a man behind the bars, there ain’t no breaking out
this sh-t is forever, here me, here me, ain’t no fading out
i’ve been bumping sad songs, really i done played it out
all that drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
i just hope we make it out, just hope we make it out
i just hope we make it out x2
been drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
i just hope we make it out, i just hope we make it out
uh, yeah, just hope we make it out

(verse 1: chubby jag)
my pockets low, i had to bust a move
wayne sh-t late night, slanging on the bus to school
moms only had enough for bills, not enough for food
stealing fries, wonder why burger joints had enough of dude
they only gave us two options, living or die
cause when you in denial, really you living a lie
you talking about the plane, the bienz that you keep crashing
the fifty thousand dollar plastic that you keep flashing
you got the best crib, and you f-cking with h-lla’ b-tches
you stray strapped, and you done brought drama to h-lla’ snitches
you got a crazy squad, your n-ggas h-lla’ vicious
soulful n-gga, you wouldn’t trade it for h-lla’ riches
shooting range, getting practice we think we durking
n-gga i’m so tired of lying to moms, she think we working
but the jobs ain’t hiring, so we growing bud
i just hope she don’t kick me out, she be showing love
i only know two options, living or die
and when you not living it right, you living a lie

(verse 2: chubby jag)
look my life is like a movie, skip to dvd
learned how to take advantage, cooked dinner with ebt
i use to lie to b-tches, and say i’m on bet
till they caught me on the corner, p-ssing out my cd free
now this sh-t is different, i run my city like cp3
yup, we riding rough and my b-tch a (p-ssey?) like e-v-e
chubby, i head d-mac making crack flips
i’m just telling n-ggas bout the game, i’m on my shaq sh-t
report cards, straight fails
mama doing backflips, meanwhile i’m thinking about money, on some relax sh-t
i’m tired of lying
b-tches thinking we pushing bentleys, really a bucket, no squad with me, we pushing empty
i’m still trying to get a job, i’m still lying
my mama think i’m a dead beat, she’s still crying
i never stop no, all them birdies is still flying
i keep it strapped, cause with all this money we still dying
i rap mean an them crack pheines is still buying
i’m on some real sh-t, i just want them to feel ryan

- jag

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