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letra de real pain - johne [us][miami]

i lost my mind, sometimes i can’t even f-cking cool it
standing next to my dawg in the hospital cuz he took a couple bullets
i feel like if i had a gun i’d put to my head and pull it
i’m just thankful for the angels watching over me when i go through it
i never met my little sister and she passed away
when your best friend gets k!lled, you gon’ feel some type of way
as a juvenile, i got arrested with my future on the line
i was in the cop car thinking if i’m gon’ do some time
in the integration room, getting questioned by a lady
i stuck to the g-code, case dropped, i felt like brady
i had to cut some people off and they wonder why
i feel like you can see the evil if you stare into their eyes
i can’t believe i’ve been through some real pain
i don’t even know how i’m able to maintain
my high school crush was doing cocaine
and if you did me wrong, i can’t look at you the same

look at you the same
look at you the same

my high school crush was doing cocaine
doing cocaine
doing cocaine

and if you did me wrong i can’t look at you the same
look at you the same
look at you the same

my high school crush was doing cocaine
doing cocaine
doing cocaine

and if you did me wrong, i can’t look at you the same

thinking back when these girls thought i was useless
i remember listening to my ex’s excuses
i trusted her so many times, i was clueless
last time i got stabbed, i became ruthless
rest in peace to eazy-e
these hoes will never ever stop me
i made straight as and i copied
so if you’re doing dirt, don’t be sloppy
and i don’t think you really get it though
one wrong move, i could of been on skid row
but i switched it up like a give-and-go
and these past years i never spent a penny on a hoe
i’m from a city where n-ggas really flipping bricks
and if it wasn’t drugs, you were prolly flipping kicks
passing blunts cuz we do what we do
blunts thick as a b-tch and we just smoking it through

i’m from a city where n-ggas really flipping bricks
and if it wasn’t drugs, you were prolly flipping kicks
we passing blunts cuz we do what we do
blunt thick as a b-tch and we just smoking it through

smoking it through
smoking it through
do what we do, blunt thick as a b-tch and we just smoking it through

wondering if i’m the enemy
i’m not the good guy, don’t look up to me
i would plot on money schemes
now all i want is a family
and i know that my soul is gold
even though my heart turned cold
i got locked up, i never told
under pressure, i’ll never fold

- johne usmiami

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