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letra de antoine walkin' - jay gudda

[intro]

[hook 1: jay gudda]
susan said i’m antoine walkin’ to my grave
i was 6 or 7 when she said it, maybe 8
i’ll spend all my money on my brother when i’m paid
and i don’t leave the table ’til i’m finished with my plate
so i guess i’m just antoine walkin’ to my grave
i’ll be taking every shot, if you give me sp-ce
i’ve been taking chances, what’s the chance i’ll beat this case
they said i was fake, i can’t wait to see your face…

[verse 1: jay gudda]
when i tell the f-ckin’ truth
i want that jeep on 34’s
and i might just raise the roof
once my exes see me score
and they might just see the proof
snooping through my dirty drawers
and i might just shoot this deuce
or pull this trey, or grab some boards
shimmy shakin’ on your wh0r-
spread more than just the floor
these b-tches don’t know jesus, but they know christian dior
and i might just make it rain, and make it rain until i’m poor
and i swear i hate this game, but sh-t this game is what i’m for
looking back, but moving forward
my friends aren’t really friends
and when i can’t pay my rent, my money’s spent, they say amen
see i can tell what’s real, and i can see what’s just pretend
and i say that i’ve been straight
but heaven knows that i’ve been bent
catch my drift, and let me vent
i’ve been playing checkers when it’s chess, and
i can feel these games inside my chest, and
i’m married to this game, just do your best, man
and i won’t sleep until i rest, larry stressed that i’m…

[hook 2: jay gudda]
antoine walkin’ to my grave
i was 6 or 7 when he said it, maybe 8
i’ll spend all my money on my brother when i’m paid
and i don’t leave the table ’til i’m finished with my plate
so i guess i’m just antoine walkin’ to my grave
i’ll be taking every shot, if you give me sp-ce
i’ve been taking chances, what’s the chance i’ll beat this case
they said i was fake, i can’t wait to see your face…

[verse 2: jay gudda]
when i reebok pump your b-tch
man i’m dee brown with the sh-ts
ain’t no rebound if i swish
i’m like kenny off the pick
clean my plate and then i dish
shout to d, i see you switched
that jump just gave me lift
and tiff just gave me lip
so i just gave that b-tch the d-ck
life ain’t roses, i’m a pr-ck
i was chose in ’96
4 years old into my 5th
now i’m sh-tty, getting p-ssed
they’re like did he read the script
he just keep on shootin’ bricks
they don’t love me when i miss
bet they’ll love me if i’m rich
i swear my life’s a glitch, and puzzle pieces never fit
they say that life’s a gift, but i’m still tryna get the gist
and all my ride-or-die’s look like they done got a hitch
don’t f-ck with my -ssist
hit the shot or hit the bench
i may truly never be the best, but
i can see who’s staring at my steps, up
man i want that mclaren like i’m next, up
and i won’t sleep until i rest…

- jay gudda

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