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letra de romantic homicide - josh gritty

[intro]
amg
chase money
and we always maintain greatness, n-gga, free stuy, who the f-ck gon’ keep us goin’?
long live king ant, long live jay bandz, n-gga, free the army

[verse]
look
free all my brothers locked down in them cages
late nights, i was goin’ through phases
perked up when i tuck, too anxious
we had to leave a n-gga on the pavement
mentionin’ jb, somethin’ we don’t play wit’
sparkin’ for ant b any situation
i put the beam on, why would i chase him?
still in the jungle, buggin’ on some ape sh-t
amg that’s the n-ggas i came with
bro told me chill ‘cause he know i’mma make it
maintain greatness, gotta stay patient
if you got a dream, n-gga, you better chase it
we the reason they switchin’ locations
roll a dead n-gga up then i face it
heart so cold think i need a replacement
deep down they don’t know how i feel
we lost bro, had to get on that wheel
n-gga, back to back trips, had to work on my sk!lls
welcome to the a, where it’s k!ll or be k!lled
ain’t no love in these streets better keep you a steel
that’s the reason i’m poppin’ these pills
pour a four in my cup only way i feel healed
if i tell you my story that might give you chills
that’s the reason i’m locked in, gotta touch a mill’
i gotta get my brothers out the field
and i gotta move my mother to the hills
one step at a time, but this sh-t gettin’ real
three knocks in the v when it’s time to go drill
amg that’s just somethin’ i’ll die ‘bout
mentionin’ ant b, please let me find out
why?
‘cause we pullin’ up to their hideout
belt to ass, we put n-ggas on timeout
oh, he try to run? put the dot on his tee
n-gga, shout out my ooters they sparkin’ for me
any situation, gon’ park up the v
close range, face shot, left that boy on the street
like, for gs we walkin’ on feet
n-gga, multiple shots, let’s continue the spree
they don’t wanna see gritty masked up in that v
n-gga, how many blocks we done bent in a week?
pop out the cut with my g tryna creep
n-gga, r.i.p boy, he would’ve didn’t for me
like, so i’mma do it for him
look, run down, hit him and his friend
then it’s back to the p’z, like, we did it again
gotta switch up the ride on the v’s when we bend
frontline, how many shots i done sent?
touch mines, we spinnin’ blocks ‘til the end
the sh-t that we been through we do it for win
ballin’ for jb ‘til we break the rim
sparkin’ for king ant every time we bend
and for gs no bs, we swervin’ the bend
still free the army up north to the feds
i can’t wait ‘til the day that we see them again
fightin’ these demons, i can’t go to bed
ain’t no 30s around then i need me a 10
big amg, we gon’ ride ‘til the end
foot on the gas i ain’t parkin’ it
i catch a opp outta bounds, then i’m sparkin’ it
they got gritty back on that r-t-rded sh-t

- josh gritty

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