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letra de 9th street dreamz - jordan fletcher

intro

-speaking-
you know what i’m saying
we gon’ hit the north side later
n-gga ‘for we go
get some jack’s chicken n-gga
you know what i’m saying
cause i’m hungry
new york, get some jon jons n-gga with the ranch too
you know you got a lot of ranch with it
get a corn dog while i’m there my n-gga
you know what i’m saying that’s what i’m there for
-inaudible-
you not gettin’ no food?
man shut up bro it ain’t always about food (f-ck)
you started…. talking about it
finna go hit this l!ck bro, alright?
i gotta know right now though
is you ready?

(verse one)
i’m just a northside n-gga, grew up in ravages
greasy brown bag, with the raf that go with jack’s chicken
i jacked n-ggas, my rap different my flow punch like jack’s hittin’
no behind, don’t get yo back missin’
streets colder than subzero, don’t listen first
off alberta n-ggas can show you what k!llings worth
beautiful devil’s flirting in mini skirts
i show raymond if you lay with them then you get em burned
i know that’s probably not your thought or concern
you probably worried bout how many dollar bills you can earn
pay those bills by the first so the candles ain’t gotta burn
tryna make steps big enough just so yourself can follow in yours
n-gga that’s why i put my soul on the verse
cause i’ll be d-mned if i work a 9-5 just to die and get put in a he-rs-
swallow my pride then i put in the work
and sit quiet while i wait for my turn

(chorus)
aye i’m tryna get some dollars when i’m out with the gang
one day i swear to god that it’s all gon change (fo real)
i lost a couple of my n-ggas (of my n-ggas)
and i don’t think i’m ever gon be the same
i said crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you win
they like to see you doin’ good but never better than them
i know the crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you win
they like to see you doin’ good but never better than them
(end chorus)

a lot of n-ggas i grew up with had talent but now they waste it
instead of do better, a lot of them sit around hatin’
it blows my mind how n-ggas can be so complacent
beggin for a handout, in hopes that it will change sh-t
you n-ggas fools are more bored then scotty’s drippin’
thinking that n-ggas really give a sh-t about your opinion
funny n-ggas with no catalog only give criticism
cause they never had the cash and the talent to ever finish
aye my quintessential thoughts is why i never missed the bar
like i’m tony stark, one thing you can’t question is my heart
i know it’s hard when you just tryna live a life that you ain’t start
screaming all up to the skies in hopes that you can talk to god

i really wonder do he know just how i’m feelin’ today
and do he know a black child just got put in a grave?
or why he thought it was okay to take my n-ggas away
i guess i’ll wait to ask these questions til i get to the gates

yo, we hit the block, then hit the l!ck
it was the steps that we was missin’
i can’t think about my conscious or if it’s the right decision
i got sh-t i need to handle when circumstances was different
if i don’t do it soon i’mma f-ck around and be evicted

don’t wanna f-ck with what’s on my mind
i ain’t really got time to listen
plus the homies in the ride, they gon notice the way i’m trippin’
anxiety showin’ signs, body shaking feelings
like me fightin’ the sinnas so my momma given me visits
another statistic sittin’ inside of a cell
watching seconds turn into minutes
as a result of chances that i’ll never been given
from the very beginning
wishing that i could go in time and just change how i’m livin’

i try to play it cool and tell them leave me out on the streets
them n-ggas started buggin’ and yellin’ “the f-ck do you mean”
he grabbed the glock and let it squeeze while they point it at me
i woke up in a cold sweat another night sweet dream

(chorus)
and look i’m tryna get some dollars when i’m out with the gang
one day i swear to god that it’s all gon change (fo real)
i lost a couple of my n-ggas (of my n-ggas)
and i don’t think i’m ever gon be the same
i said crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you win
they like to see you doin’ good but never better than them
i know the crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you win
they like to see you doin’ good but never better than them
(end chorus)

-end-

- jordan fletcher

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