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letra de dopeboy anthem - jay krizz

[verse 1: jay krizz]
ayo the crack era made me rich
used to stack bricks, now i get paid to spit
but i still get it in, in these streets
when snow touch down, all the fiends wanna flock to me
but never box up with me, or cop from me
cause i’m taxing every penny for that quality
white rock, i made figures out the crack pot
my father figure seen me stack blocks in the glad lock
my wrist lock, and i turn 4 to 8
make sure my crew ate, before my court dates
four states that i got charges in
those the four states that i really started in
prepared to spit, and i ain’t talking ’bout rap songs
i’m talking ’bout black gats that’s long as shaq’s arms
bullets from the new york, and the gun come from la
there’s money in the ghetto if you down to serve a decade
or down to see your best men k!lled
blood spilled over side walks where coke deals got fulfilled
caps peeled where the kids would play
the bricks bubble in the water, that’s how i made my fish filet
but my fish can stay, i rake it in for a week straight
drop the load off in one batch, that’s at least 8
quarters that they order, delivered, they bought it
my gun busting all in they face if they frauding
that’s why i only sell to trusted clients
coke buyers that i known since before i had priors
before i met duane on the a-trian
since before i had desires of being the world’s coke supplier
best dope multiplier that exists
i get it in, and now i spit about how my life been
rugged, and full of action and violence
cold-blooded, my mac spit only when it’s silenced
no denying

- jay krizz

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