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letra de 44 - joeville

[intro]
i’m not a rapper i’m a slave in some chains
and u can tell by the name it’ll look good with the number ones that i’ll make

[verse]
this freakin lack of sleep
it make me trip my people know i’m blacker than that sheep
they cracking whips i sell the truth for governmental cheese
im packing scripts a movie screen i’m back for better seats
u n-gg-s gotta eat, my soul was up for sale and then i profit anything u see
living in the den cause there ain’t never been no room for me
chillin with my kin the only people that was cool with me
and know what i be going through without the crystal ball u see..
forget a future living past and the present
though my presence is a present not a present to the reverend
sometimes i sit and think like will i make into heaven
everybody got some question
i thought i had the answers
and i don’t like to speak cuz when i’m talking no one answers
i just wanna hit the bank and leave full handed, its like i ain’t been outside in a week
and when people say they love me i smile in disbelief
the world is full of snakes the gr-ss stay high so u can’t see
on the tip of my toes sayin all i can do is leap
giving tips to my bros
like when we get put on
and when we k!lling these shows
never forget where we from
in a city where the sun stays out, so these n-gg-s always shady and
mothers never teaching n-gg-s how to treat a lady
so she thinking that h-ll stay
if she go and have his bae, what other 15 year old u know been writing like this lately
i just take my pen
and take my pad
and to be honest i don’t pray for my sins
i pray for cash
cuz the benjamin the only n-gg- i trust
if u ain’t one of my n-gg-s it’ll be hard to sit beside us
all i want to say is that i chose this life
i ain’t never settled for it
ain’t it funny how this same n-gg- almost got aborted
and i wouldn’t be.. all up in this studio recording, tryna get a message out but you know people gonna ignore it
still gonna floor it
the pedal ain’t break..
rip, rip 6 songs in the booth then we shake
lookin for a fan think i’m doing what it takes
sleep is the enemy of fame
and fame is a drug for the pain you can go both ways hear everyone in 954 wants a taste
and yeah everybody tryna b-mp hard b-ss, but are they really speaking truth on the drum 808s

[outro]
i’m not a rapper i’m a slave in sums chains
i’m tryna boss up and make change
and u can tell by the name it’ll look good with the number ones that i’ll make
i’m not a rapper i’m a slave in sums chains
i’m tryna boss up and make change
and u can tell by the name it’ll look good…

- joeville

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