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letra de drowning in conviction - joe blow

[verse 1]
i put my life up in these songs, sh-t, i got nothing to hide
don’t wear my audemars no more, it’s up a buck twenty-five
they said it make her p-ssy wet, she started sucking me dry
these n-ggas never outside, that’s why they suckers ahlie
partner stabbed me in the back, that sh-t is stuck in my side
and i don’t play with people kids so don’t be f-cking with mine
seen my little cousin die, that sh-t stuck in my mind
don’t give a f-ck that m dot dead, i’m f-cking with zy
i told the b-tch, “you wanna be my b-tch? well get up in line”
i told my daughter, “everything is ours and nothing is mine”
my n-gga broke, won’t get a job because he’s stuck in his pride
he had to strip a n-gga to get some dinner a couple of times
i told a ho, “stop acting shy and take a bump of this line”
b-tch how you hoing all these years and nothing put to the side?
i think my therapist on my line, that b-tch just text me “you fine?”
i’m outta pocket, xan the only one that can put me in line

[chorus]
i’ve been drowning in conviction like i’m sinking in sand
they say ain’t n0body perfect, well my b-tch said i am
you ain’t gang unless you doing gangster sh-t for the fam
i love my young’un, he said “blow, i’m getting rich off a scam”
i’ve been drowning in conviction like i’m sinking in sand
they say ain’t n0body perfect, well my b-tch said i am
you ain’t gang unless you doing gangster sh-t for the fam
i love my young’un, he said “blow, i’m getting rich off a scam”
[verse 2]
i’ve been drowning in conviction, got me swimming in fear
i had to separate to elevate ’cause n-ggas is weird
i know my london b-tch miss me, i ain’t been there a year
she sent me vids playing with herself, her p-ssy was pierced
wore every colour denim tears and never wear ’em again
on every verse i keep it real, there ain’t no need to pretend
if you was never loyal to me, ain’t no need to begin
it hurts, you think somebody family and they weren’t even a friend
don’t care about your rapping n-gga, don’t compare him to me
b-tch asked me rate her head, i said “it’s dead, you’re a three”
there’s nothing but some real p’s in my family tree
so every dollar that the b-tch makes, she hand it to me
so much a real n-gga, got that sh-t branded on tees
a fan just threw me real p’s, i quickly ran it ot
can keep them names and pretty bags, i’m only blowing og
can ask about me in the streets, they all say “blow an og”

- joe blow

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