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letra de oneaway - jman

look… i remember when i was a younger, no money in my pocket
my belly was full of hunger. sitting down thinking, what the

f-ck have i gotta do to get up out of this slum fam!
then i started writing bars, picked up a line i was firing

draws
and i didn’t give a f-ck if i knew man had a grow, me and my

n-ggas will find his yard and rob dat
couple n-ggas up in my hot van, black gloves, ski masks, black

top fam. and i know stealing is wrong, but if you’ve got

something that i want, then i’m on dat
and that’s standed fam, no take gets sold as a standed gram
i know bare man that rep. but back in the day they wouldn’t

stay they ran. yo, i got to get away from the pagens
i gota watch out for dem sly n-ggas, i gotta watch out for the

rats when i’m rolling the pavement, don’t wana slip
don’t want to go the station, overly sick, i need no

medication, but sometimes i get a little stressed out an i roll

up a spliff and get a lil grown medication and it’s peak
everybody know’s you’re fake, you’re not a g
keep telling everybody you’re getting p
but the truth of the matter is, you’re a batti boy, sitting in

the house blazing a lot of weed. you think you’re a bad boy?
you think that you’re bad cuz you’re wham and you’ve had roids

nah. i don’t care bout mans size! my 6 inch blade will stab

boys. look, i’m a rebel, in need of dat weed to help my nerves

settle.so i’m gonna check with my professor to get a draw
dem man are pr-cks that think they can swim with the big fish
and drown in the deep end level. and my girl said i’m evil cuz

when she looks in my eyes she can actually see the devil
put weed to my eyes they’re really red up
tell a n-gga f-ck about i’ll beat your friend up i don’t ramp star, ill drag a n-gga out of the car jump in put my feet to the pedel.i find more heat than a steaming kettle
you get cut with a very sharp peice of metal.i know n-ggas that will run up on a n-gga quick with a balli and a teif for setup
f-ck these racist little hypercrits, theres not much we can do
so i guess we got to live with it, it’s a pegan. i wouldn’t speak with him even if you paid me i wouldn’t have a drink with him. there’s not much we can do it’s just the enviroment that we’;re living in. f-ck these racisit hypercrits cuz it dnt really matter what your race is weather it’s halfcast white gypsy it doesn’t really matter what colour your face is/ we brathe the same air we bleed the same colour some people ai;t fair doe because when they see a bredda thats a different colour to them, they wanna bully him and call him a weirdo. this land we’re livin in is a mad one full of little kids that are bad cuz their dads gone.sum n-ggas are robbin anything they can get their hands on.yeah it’s peak out here but it’s hard to seperate the good ones from the bad ones

- jman

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