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letra de seventeen - joyner lucas

[intro]
rest in peace mac miller, yeah
joyner, yeah
joyner (look, look)

[chorus]
i used to pray for sh-t like this when i was seventeen (okay)
hit the block and made a plan, i hope it set me free (uh-huh)
turn that girl into a freak she thought she’d never be (let’s go)
if she ain’t with no freaky sh-t then she ain’t meant for me (ayy, ayy)
i just hit a l!ck and made a flip and bought me seven piece (uh-huh)
copped the whip, i had to stunt on haters, rest in peace (rest in peace)
glad i made it out the bricks, i thought i’d never leave (oh, yeah)
never knew that gettin’ richer would make me enemies (woah, woah)
crazy how i look up to my idols, now they check for me (ayy, ayy)
f-ck relationships, i need a b-tch to count some checks with me (ayy, ayy)
i don’t need no ho to blow my phone and keep on pressin’ me (joyner)
if you never liked me, i just hope you keep the energy (woah, woah)

[verse 1]
they never knew that one day all this sh-t i be dreamin’ about, i’d be livin’ it (ayy)
jump out the window and took the advantage, i know my potential is limitless (joyner)
never respected a f-ck n-gga poppin’ that sh-t then they run to the internet (ayy)
runnin’ your mouth when i’m runnin’ a check, i be feelin’ my money’s unlimited (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i bet that sh-t kinda funny now, isn’t it?
i know that karma don’t come with the benefit (woah)
i got no faith in the new generation, the rappers are f-ckin’ illiterate (woah)
i know that timin’ is money, i learn how to watch all the suckers i spent it wit’
i don’t need love, with my gun it’s attentative
you wanna start it? then f-ck it, i finish it (grr, baow, baow)
i know that all of you crips is targets
i gotta push the margin
i told my ho, “i don’t need you”
i’ma be good regardless
straight from the hood apartments
i did my dirt and then took the charges
you wanted smoke and i wish to spark it
they never knew i was good at arson (yeah, yeah)
even when n0body got me, f-ck it, i got me though (i got me)
who am i supposed to look up to when i grew up on the cosby show? (yeah)
who am i supposed to f-ck to now that a n-gga won’t listen to kells? (woah)
crazy when n-ggas done did it, he sells (woah, woah, woah, d-mn, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[chorus]
i used to pray for sh-t like this when i was seventeen (okay)
hit the block and made a plan, i hope it set me free (joyner)
turn that girl into a freak she thought she’d never be (oh yeah)
if she ain’t with that freaky sh-t then she ain’t meant for me (ayy, ayy)
crazy how i look up to my idols, now they check for me (ayy, ayy)
f-ck relationships, i need a b-tch to count some checks with me (ayy, ayy)
i don’t need no ho to blow my phone and keep on pressin’ me (joyner)
if you never liked me, i just hope you keep the energy (woah, woah, woah)

[verse 2]
i woke up this mornin’ then made me some money, i really just caught me a vibe (yeah)
took back the foreign and bought the delorean and i think i’m marty mcfly (let’s go)
i drove her back to the year where these p-ssy ass n-ggas ain’t want me alive (joyner)
now i got a bed full of baddies, don’t know who i’m f-ckin’, it’s hard to decide (baow, baow, baow)
they be like, “how do you do it?”
i told them, “it’s easy to quit, but it’s harder to try” (uh-huh)
i do this sh-t for the days that a n-gga was walkin’, ain’t n0body offered no ride (yeah, yeah)
i had to fend for myself, ain’t have no one to talk when n-ggas was talkin’ to god
i never been one to talk to the cops, lot of these n-ggas be talkin’ a lot (woah, woah, woah)
the one to not f-ck with, none of these n-ggas, they really be pressin’ my b-ttons (yeah)
yeah, i came a long way but i still look backwards, that’s word to benjamin b-tton (straight up)
if i give you an order, you better get to it, lil’ b-tch, it’s the end of discussion (baow, baow, baow)
ho, if you get in my bed then you f-ckin’
god ain’t give you the best for nothin’ (ayy, ayy)
i hope you lower your tone when you talkin’ to joyner, don’t ever get loud with me (yeah)
i never cared about nothin’ as much as i cared that my mama was proud of me (woah)
i’m from a city where n-ggas done sh-t on me, spit on me then gon’ say hi to me
smile to my face, stab my back, but honestly, ain’t no surprisin’ me (look, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[chorus]
i used to pray for sh-t like this when i was seventeen (okay)
hit the block and made a plan, i hope it set me free (joyner)
turn that girl into a freak she thought she’d never be (oh, yeah)
if she ain’t with that freaky sh-t then she ain’t meant for me (woah, oh)
crazy how i look up to my idols, now they check for me (ayy)
f-ck relationships, i need a b-tch to count some checks with me (ayy, ayy)
i don’t need no ho to blow my phone and keep on pressin’ me (joyner)
if you never liked me, i just hope you keep the energy (woah, woah)
(the energy)

- joyner lucas

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