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letra de the man (the finish ii) - john river

[verse 1]
i’m far from a sinner, and far from a saint
i’m often a winner, p-ssed off when i ain’t
my brothers in the pen, tragic
he said your pen magic
you far from a center but bossing the paint
you never fall for the feints, or the hesi’s that i fell for
them other n-ggas steady? get ready you gon’ sell more boy
your stories heavy we gon’ tell yours boy
you bout to blow like the levees, never felt more joy
well thank you n-gga, we bout to make more noise
about the disposition that we in to make poor choice
i know the bank is taking cribs they can’t take your voice
aye f-ck a blood and f-ck a crip ain’t that still your boy?
ain’t that still just roy? ain you still just james?
ain’t we used to play ball before we grew, what changed?
when we used to hit the mall and the crew would hang
guess we grew up into gangs now we shoot them thangs
bang, no relation, a brother k!lled a brother
no i ain’t really know em, just know he had a mother
its crazy, that n-ggas k!lling n-ggas over colors
and police k!lling n-ggas cause we colored, and say they undercover
hey maybe we just policing each other
if that’s the case i tell my n-ggas “pohlease” wear a rubber
got a homie with a white girlfriend says he loves her
cause he hates black b-tches well i guess you hate your mother
lack of understanding though, i see it in his eyes
subconsciously he thinks white women are a prize
the underlying problem that’s leading the demise
so the day he cheats on her i’m really not surprised
he just found a bigger prize, i’m trying to find one too
i thank god for inner drive, cause i find mine grew
a lotta n-ggas trying thrive, but can’t tie one shoe
life will cross ya don’t slide n-gga tyron lue
you can cry if you need it, i won’t cry on you
when i was young my brother taught me that what guys don’t do
hey f-ck defeat, i’m trying eat, i drag my n-ggas by they feet
from bottom to the top like n-gga slide on thru
i put six n-ggas on my back, and you put five on you
and if them n-ggas f-cking strapped we gon’ buy one too
i know they practice with the gat just to try on you
trying to make out this trap is like a five on two
just me and god and n-gga, i guess you missed your d-mn bus
i’m pulling up from half unless a n-gga get a hand up
blowing like the draft you feel it but you can’t touch
heard you had a to plan to try and stop me guess your plans f-cked
probably cause your plan sucked, i’m something that you can trust
headed to top i’m in a d-mn rush, look
two things in life that’ll probably help you understand us
one is i’m the man duh, the second is i’m d-mn clutch n-gga
[outro]
(yeah you feel me)
straight through
the places we’ve been the sh-t we seen
it’s all that we know
you weak but don’t fold
the seeds that you grow
you reap what you sow

the sh-t in our skies
we wish that we fly
this sh-t for my guys
i hope that you ride for me

shoutout my n-gga majic, shout out pat in the studio
young n-ggas from the roe trying to eat
you know what i mean tired of being broke as f-ck n-gga
yeah trying to get it, yeah
can i hear that back
tape coming soon n-gga
southside row n-gga

- john river

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