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letra de trapstar. - jahcxntlackk

[verse]
these n-ggas hatin’
sayin’ i ain’t from them streets
but i’m realer than them n-ggas that be in them streets
i’m totin’ my heat
facing defeat
dead man walking
head down through the rain ’cause i’m brainstorming, yeah
k!llers tryna k!ll me
they don’t know the real me
rather k!ll my-f-ckin’-self before a n-gga k!ll me, or drill me
k!ller bee, k!lled in this world, so
that’s why i’m always k!lling
i’m too real, so real my n-gga
i ain’t sellin’ out my soul for a deal my n-gga
that ain’t right
these n-ggas dying in the street life
keep your head at your lap, these n-ggas shootin’ at that red light
d-mn, man that sh-t f-cked up
they wanna see you down, they don’t wanna see you up
it got me thinking how i’m ‘post to charge
when n-ggas set you up just for a couple of bucks, yeah
they wanna see me dead, layin’ in a coffin
my mama cryin’, while the pastor talkin’
these b-tches on me dyin’, keep on stalkin’
praying to the lord, i do that sh-t on the often
trials and tribulations that i’m facin’ got me crazy
smokin’ jamaican, yeah i’m sp-cin’, ’cause my mind racin’
my eyes low just like an asian, but the smoke caucasian
i grill a n-gga like some bacon if he try to flame me
thundery thoughts of
things i was taught of
got a n-gga lost ’cause
i can’t be a boss, yeah
i just wanna be rich, f-ck the fame homie
[?] my n-gga
and he switched up and changed on me
you put that fame on me, now that fame on you
and them holes in my brain i contain, homie (homie)
i con-f-cking-tain ’em
i’d rather pull the .30 out, and imma stain em

- jahcxntlackk

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