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letra de my story - jayessmusic

[intro: elwood blues & jake blues]
there’s 106 miles to chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses
hit it

[verse 1]
sh-t a lot deeper when you go beneath the surface
try to paint a picture full of leeches and some serpents
doesn’t make sense, new pres’ mike pence
jump a tall white fence just to get some light bands
his name dan, f-ck his wife and, i’ma f-ck her wife and
i’ma f-ck that mixed b-tch like she got a light tan
caramel, hershey kisses, i love all my b-tches, all eccentric
her eyes zap me like electric, i don’t need no f-cking leverage
that’s the king’s head i severed, it went way too far to measure
i don’t do that sh-t for pleasure, desperate times bring desperate measures
sitting in my room, wondering if i can pop off soon
then i look up at my wall and i see logic and the wu
not a crip, you know i’m wearing dodgers if it’s blue
i was talking wu-tang, but still rest in peace woo
i don’t f-ck with b-tches, man, i’d rather get the money
you talking sh-t on someone’s family, no, that sh-t ain’t funny
so next time i pull up, i’ll bring the mosin, have you running
you know that i’m with the gang, don’t play me like i’m dummy
throw him in the mississippi, teach his ass a lesson
he was tryna shoot me with a sh-tty smith & wesson
told him he was p-ssy, cause the p-ssies bring the weapons
then he put it down so i could mothaf-ckin’ shank him
throw him in the river, made him eat the f-cking plankton
then i found out his gun was only shooting blanks, bruh
d-mn
[verse 2]
judge too many people, about time i judge myself
people in my lane are only focused on the wealth
do it for the sport, and to prove it’s nothing else
proof gone, where’s my health, i was worried bout my belt
when i ain’t understand what else, really take a toll
never had to grip that pole, walked in the store, you know we stole
that’s just cause we had to, we had nothing that you had, dude
why you mad, fool, we is just a rap group
by a rap group, i’m talking me, myself, and i
i don’t f-ck with rappers, full of agendas, full of lies
i’ma keep it real until the day that i’ma die
if it f-cking k!ll me, then i’ll always be alive
work my ass off and i still don’t get paid
homies joining armies, i’m gon blow up without names
my sh-t done been planned out and you still using grades
it’s a shame what the fame will do, cut all of your family loose
do it like [?], tell them boys don’t play with you
for the meantime [?], people take subliminals
but i won’t listen till your funeral, just so you look cool
you a f-cking fool, b-tch i’m f-cking [?]
[?], take your ass up to school
teach you one, a thing or two

- jayessmusic

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