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letra de don't ask for nothin - joyner lucas

(intro)
are we on? we on?

(verse)
i grew up on the east side, where the shottaz go bang
i woke up in the mornin’, watch my c-ck in the sink
broke as h-ll, with no money, just a shop and a stink
cause now i’m really contemplating on robbin’ a bank
take the cash and roll out, and give half to the slum
tryna speak my mind, another cat be catchin’ it’s tongue
i wanna hire a hitman and kill rappers for fun
half now to do the job, and the other half when it’s done
in high-school, you was a man, always yappin’ yo gums
now we look at you like d-mn, f-ck happened to you, son?
i dunno, i guess it’s flared to be rapper or some
my momma used to tell me ‘joyner, don’t be askin’ for nothing’
but that’s irrelevant, no rubber bands can stretch the pain
like bleeding all the f-cking ink
i’m sweating in, i’m everywhere your model is

(verse)
i swear to god, i’ll never tell a f-cking lie ever
that was just another lie, another lie to remember
i remember last december, i got jumped by god with scissors
tryna cut me after with a beef, but i got salmonella
i neva been a muslim, but i f-cked with five percent of them
if you wanted five percent of every time i lost my temper
i’d be rich as f-ck
don’t be bichin’ up, go get these hoes a sippy cup
you f-ggots steady hatin’ when it should be love
(it should be us) it should be me, it could be you
when i was 22, i wanted 22s on my bunny coupe
b-tta guard, tryna find a job, went to sunday school
praise the lord, now i’m goin’ to court tryna hustle too
(it’s all good) i’m just an average negro
turning 22 with half a kilo, then it’s back to my seat

(verse)
imagine a few of me and you disappear for a while
moved all the way to montana where you’d barely fit in
a black man with tattoos and all that hair on your chin
but chances are you’d be some n-gg- we’ll never hear from again
pro’ly miss side on a good route, and a good route will p-ss out
back side of a wood couch
what about my f-ckin’ momma? good house with a picket fence
and i’m stealin’ vans for renovations, but a fish tank
inside my kitchen could use some instalation
that’s my big advance, when i pick range rover for a kick a can
and my b-tch is waitin’, she need that, you must be sick of
makin’ promises you can’t keep
asking is less fortunate, i can’t sleep, my mind race faster than jeff gordon
stole a car seat, now i own charlie with less horses
shout out to djbooth, cause we movin’ with less sponsors

(verse)
i heard these n-gg-s tryna take some shots at me
but my brain’s convinced (it won’t work)
if i die now, then i pro’ly be an angel prince
and i don’t need to jump at you just to make you flinch
but if you call a pole, then i be like ‘o.k., you there, you in’
cause if you not in church, then it’s o.k. to sin?!
sh-t, i heard h-ll is a h-ll working on satan’s mill
if that’s true, how would you fill a cage with him?
and i don’t need to carry change just to make some sense
let me draw out this picture here for you anxious men
i wanna die in my eighties with a case of gyn
you get shot up in yo face
and then your brains will spin
have you loose all yo life? then it pays to win
they ain’t afraid to let the blade penetrate yo skin
called the undertaker to leave your remains with him

- joyner lucas

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