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letra de intro (the fall before the rise) - jim jones

[verse 1]
this is the god’s honest truth, n-gga, i tell you no lies (amen)
just like anna maes, we was sellin’ them pies, though (right)
in the midst of it, there’s some fellas that died (r.i.p.)
that’s what i meant, lord, it’s been a h-ll of a ride (i had some fun)
so it’s thanks to the most high, heard the bank is on multi (we runnin’ that bag up)
two words, n-gga, oh, my (ah)
goodness gracious, the maybach is sp-cious (woo)
we been runnin’ ’round the sp-ceship, i put a hundred down for the facelift (uh, gang)
come to your town, i’m on the a-list (facts)
might be ricky’d down in some asics, i know these n-ggas can’t take it (nasty)
it’s the bounceback kid, show you what an ouncе of crack did
man, i took that to the top, i used to cook it to the rock, stupid

[interlude]
now lеt that bubble up, mm
let that sh-t bubble up
then you, then you, then you, then you put that sh-t on a plate
then you start to bag that sh-t up

[verse 2]
these n-ggas testin’ my patience like a doctor checkin’ for illness (i’m cool, though)
well, n-gga, even if you deaf, you can feel this (you hear me, n-gga)
the rap game done changed, these n-ggas ain’t checkin’ for realness
my young boy goin’ crazy, he just got a rep ’cause he k!ll sh-t (grrt, grrt)
where nelly at? sh-t gettin’ hot in here (sizzlin’)
she got birkins and chanellys, man, the b-tch kept the hottest gear (she a baddie)
stuck up in the telly, sellin’ bricks is what got us here (i remember)
the ferrari don’t drop, but it got pirellis and the top is clear (skrrt)
that sh-t is nasty work (facts)
got a young b-tch up in startlets, she shakin’ ass for worth (ayy, mama)
i said i’m too old to speak about what the streets about
but the young boys run around with pooh shiestys and thirties peekin’ out (what?)
rap police is on me, that sh-t trickin’ my trauma (woo)
huh, back in ’08 when we was carryin’ triggers for drama (d-mn)
i swear i shed a tear when i bought that crib for my mama (mommy)
we used to hustle all night to make sure we live to mañana now (i’m still here, n-gga)
gettin’ p-ssed off, my b-tch takin’ too long in emilio (hurry up, chris)
after that pucci, that coochie, then you know i’m gon’ k!ll it, though (haha)

- jim jones

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