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letra de save me - jaryn satterfield

[verse 1: jaryn satterfield]

yea i’m from that 2817
that was before i had the dream
before i was making hit after hit with my team
i was just a youngin’ tryna fit in
if it weren’t for this music i woulda been a has-been
now they hit me up and i’m like who’s asking
cuz i don’t remember anything from the past tense
now every-time i p-ss my crib
i get to thinking
how my life woulda been if i lost my innocence
in a sense i’m proud of where i’m at
cuz i’m not with the n-ggas that bang with straps
cut the chit chat i’m tryna focus in cl-ss
just as simple as that but i had to change up
cutting cl-ss in the hall tryna linkup
with my homies
cuz its better to have friends than to be lonely
and i want true friends some act like they don’t know me
3rd grade ya boy had to pick and choose
whole lotta kids that ain’t got sh-t to lose
project baby’s we a part of the system
police ask me questions, i am not a witness
bro told me never ever talk to cops
cuz snitches get st-tches if they live from the shots
whole lotta money coming in to the block
b-tterfly doors drug lords pull up with the rock

[transition: jaryn satterfield]

with the rock
and i say save me
i gotta make it outta hood
so some one save me
i gotta make it outta hood

[verse 2: jaryn satterfield]

save me from the streets
i’m saving all these beats
just so i can murk em
young n-gga in middle school
with the gl-sses like i’m erkel
skipping cl-sses acting bad
i think i deserve a suspension
i do it all for attention
do it all for the b-tches
i grew up in the gardens with the snitches and the snakes
gold diggin’ women tryna eat up off my plate
making it rain let my get my paper up
check after check trying not to get a paper cut
everything i got had to get it myself
whole family struggle can’t ask for no help
thoughts in my head tryna get out this h-ll
shoulda i be a trapper or a rapper
or take a different route
no cap i’ma rap until i make a 100 thous
know some n-ggas from the hood that pull up bussa hunnid’ rounds
from the meadows to the woods we from the fields and the trenches
can’t disclose the names but i bet they’ll leave u missing
bumping dbo i’m not talking tommy lister
knock the weight out the gate like a f-ckin’ hitter
jpf the label and it saved me from this city
2817 beechwood the place that started history

- jaryn satterfield

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