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letra de one month - john ramon

so now they marvel at the tape
but it’s over no post credit scene
the kanye of the veg something we ain’t never seen
never dreamed my debut in music would get me everything
omtto issa script now i’m trynna shoot a scene
it’s like the boy who cried mixtape
finally got his sh-t straight
now i’m on it like grip tape
eating i need a big plate
trynna give my fans everything musically
like a symphony
songs talking to jay actin like
he sitting here wit me
day dreaming bout scheming it feel
like an epiphany
i’m coming for that track 2 better life
like it sent for me
i was looking jealous and angry cause of my pride
cause if you played me i ain’t care who you was i wouldn’t let it slide
i went from playing mappy wit jay
to playing jaystation alone
texting folks everyday
to not even using my phone
out here trynna take off i ain’t talking bout migos
talking that to no rbe though
i see though, what’s important now
was on some other sh-t
i gotta hit the tropical tree
cause that’s where my brother sit (that’s brother sh-t)
reflecting watching videos yung sent me on google drive
i wasn’t in the room those night i was solely in my mind
trynna make sure in the jungle we made it out alive
trynna get us right the wrong way i could see i wasted time
i would’ve done a million things different
i would’ve been real wit my family like i’m real with my n-gg-s
to start from scratch would probably flashpoint sh-t so i ain’t tripping
in fact i’ll probably just start writing that when this sh-t get finished
and i hate the fact i use to hide my savage from the fam
now they hear the songs and think it’s fake like i am not the man but
i was him always
i was him always
i was him since a little n-gg- wit a bald fade
i was him since i use to hit the gas station late
so me and my bro could jugg and i was out all day
i don’t acknowledge no compliments
i know you gone take them back wit confidence
i know what i’m worth i was incompetent
now pay what you owe this is the consequence
i spent like 35 bucks on a mic
now i’m finna start recording
praying this first tape take off
hoping it just get to soaring
we just living check to check
2 apple pies for dinner poor and
now i gotta choose between grieving
or bills i can’t afford
somebody told me water thinner than blood but water thicker than blood
when it do dirt, that’s mud
you n-gg-s flow i flood
n-gg-s don’t pop like a dud
from small to big like i’m rudd
you daffy i’m elmer fudd
if you think i’m coming round
people trynna use play me or bring me down
i did that sh-t before i was blind i was lost but now i’m found
ain’t see that coming guess i’m cleo
wish all my favors could get repod
thought i would drown but i ain’t leo
i dodged a bullet feel like neo
so i’m breaking the chain, like i ain’t heard of fleetwood mack
family ain’t blood all the time, they the ones who gone have yo back
forever and always
in the house or in broad day
doing bad or good they f-cking wit you the long way
circle kinda big but it’s smaller then what it use to be
not a lot of friends you acquaintance or you my family
mostly ki, katie, v
sheesh, quise, nephew niece
hope they understand how i feel even when we rarely speak
it’s hard to open up sometimes
so i open up a beat
turn it up
headphones on sends me back to my peace
smelling marlboro and cooking grease
newports and old tv
tt zina watching tvland
while her two nephews sleep
them was the days
when a n-gg- could really chill
now i be on the look out cause i don’t know how to feel
i think about death a lot
probably cause we lost little bro
and he was good, young
i feel if he could go then we could go
and that got me distant from all my brothers
cause we wasn’t that close
hard to manage everything with everyone knife at my throat
my cousin doing shows outta state
nah i can’t relate
people say “he on” he could “put me on” i “ain’t gotta wait”
but that don’t mean nothing but my cousin on
if y’all get into my music it gotta be for john ramon
not cause of a cosign, label vouch or
a brought him on
rapping about my life til its better bro ima keep going
if you listening to this then it mean i wrote a tape
and i’m trynna get this sh-t popping too
i hope you love it but if not it’s cool
i’m giving me a month to make it or make number 2
(one month to go… it’s omtto)

- john ramon

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