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letra de crack sandwich - jid

lyrics from vans sidestripe session

[intro]
look, yeah, uh, look

[verse 1]
you can tell a n-gga like me ain’t never have had sh-t
r.i.p., i miss my dawgs like mike vic
zombies in that midnight fog [them bars?]
gon’ fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b-tches, huh
n-ggas trippin’, they takin’ whatever’s given
the irony when a n-gga’s starvin’, gotta grip the biscuit
jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
if you witness it, then cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, and they spill the grits
feel the kick, f-ck a fair catch k!ller, who tryna take the hit?
first take all to first base, stephen a. smith was
on the hill, talkin’ sh-t like [?]
o’shannon, sharp-shootin’ off the—
and if i gotta bring it to you cowards then it’s gonna be quick
put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
zone 6, five fingers with the “suck my d-ck”
me and easy was slap-boxin’, n-gga bust my lip
start fightin’, lil’ brother on some tough guy sh-t
but if you did me wrong, he on some “what’s right?” sh-t
bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
blood red rum sippin’, they ain’t cut like this
mama said, “when you fall, stand up, be the bandage”
“i ain’t got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich”
“why you bein’ bad? see ya dad, get your ass whipped”
seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
[interlude]
somebody involved in stealin’, it’s on, it wasn’t
it’s gon’ be so bad, yeah
when the girl went off on [?]
the girl went off on precious
the girl went off on precious and [?] went in
no, [?] said, “oh, for real, i’ll see you when you get outside
exactly, exactly
that’s okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
for real? no, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop—
look, check, look

[verse 2]
you can tell a n-gga like me ain’t met a n-gga like me
metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
you bleed and i bleed and draw blood
i’m a f-ckin’ artiste, artist with a gun
i can give my world peace, give your world ether
big d-ck or grief, i can give your girl either
she could be the, be the collapse of a kingdom
but king’s gotta peep the seat, word to caesar
remind me to keep receipts, y’all sh-t weak
and i’m sorry that that bullsh-t leaked
see the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
n-ggas breakin’ they back tryna promote some sh-t that ain’t even dope
they ask for my coat when i walk in the door
god flow, i don’t walk on the floor
god knows y’all hoes, y’all shows ain’t pack in the door
crack in the floor, i don’t even know if n-ggas rappin’ no more, come on
[bridge]
’round in my city (okay), i am my shooter
mindin’ my business, i am not you
’round in my city, i am my shooter
mindin’ my business, i am not you
’round in my city, i am my shooter
mindin’ my business, i am not you
’round in my city (uh), i am my shooter (look)
mindin’ my business (uh, look), how about you?
i do it for…

- jid

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