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letra de hated (interlude) - jaystrayz

[intro]
yo jay, pick up the phone
don’t tell me the opps got you on some wild sh-t?
we gotta slide right now
not now boss, i’m busy
wit’ what?
business

[jaystrayz]
could’ve been hated in a world full of love, should’ve been baptized, but baptists saw my shoulders and shrugged
i guess no-one could get away from being high in a world full of drugs
i guess no-one could get away from being shot in a world full of guns
i remember granny gave me secret allowances, like i was from compton
on some k.dot sh-t, when i was stugglin’, pills get to poppin’
my daddy was thuggin’, already, i was his personal dealer
had to take a break from spinnin’, get him a liter
basic calculus could never show you the world i was in
when i was 10, back when 9 grams multiplied 10
and 9 times outta 10, n-ggas hidin’ they children
and when they children is asleep, 5’s come with extensions
everyday i wake up, i praise jesus, hallelujah
cause, if i don’t thank him everyday, then i fear to lose ya’
it’s funny, every time i hear my name, think it’s an illusion
i sit back, relax, and watch as my opps loose confusion
come alive
[interlude]
so, i heard you were involved in a shooting, 4 shot, 3 dead?
uh, yeah, that’s the whole reason i’m here, correct?
okay, sir, don’t talk smart, okay? so-
what you finna do?
excuse me, sir-
i said, what you finna do?
n-gga, i’d f-ck you up right now
sir, sit down, or you will be put in handcuffs
nah, cause i’m not finna let some n-gga push me around, a’ight? i ain’t no b-tch

[jaystrayz]
you wanna see ya’ dead homie?
still get flashbacks from my momma’s at home movies
thoughts play through vhs
still the era of chess, my uncle was the best
you know what? before i was really gang-bangin’, i thought to myself
would all these drugs and this lean affect my mental health?
before all this gang sh-t, i was laid up on the living room couch
binge-watchin’, channel scrollin’, and just bein’ a slouch
and one day, momma told me to get outta the house
i said, where i’m finna go? she said, find a job, or you out
that’s why i’m rappin’, gotta work to move my family out

i know y’all n-ggas the real clout chasers
crossin’ the thin red line, like mark junior
we cut through them vines to success, like tarzan
was quick to runnin laps, then being stuck behind bars, man
don’t forget, my name still alive, so i gotta think smart
i lost some real homies, those who’s name i remember by heart
feege wanna what? but we all know the n-gga was hit
homie freeballin’ in wheelchairs, and he wanna talk sh-t, what?

- jaystrayz

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