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letra de no cap - kaymuni

[verse]
they never knew my name, i was tryna get a stain
while my bro was on a plane, came home, talking money same day
i got bagged with my trey, why you think i went away?
i never seen a soul, i had to ride it on my j’s
ain’t nuttin though to kay, four years and two days
told t, “i ain’t stepping there unless there’s two treys”
told my little bro “we’re broke but it ain’t nuttin but a phase”
cah i seen my n-ggas l!ck a hundred quid in thirty days, no cap
i went from riding out with my spins
to me and my n-gga stigz down and out on the wing
fours, p’s, class a, putting nines into cling
three-eights, four-fours, i’m putting nines in the ding
and you can ask my n-gga, got no time for no ting
i’ll do a couple stick-ups if my line don’t ring
drop the box if them five-o spin
i’m still up in cunch tryna fly those things
this is nuttin but the truth, i ain’t nuttin like them yutes
if you’re thinking this is rap then you’re definitely confused
i was sitting in the trap, thinking “what’s my next move?”
i’ll be confined to a room if this door gets boomed
they used to never wanna know, they ain’t listen to my tunes
but they know that it’s the truth, i kept yeekies in my room
and i kept on going jail, had me feeling i was doomed
i told bro he’s soon home but he ain’t coming home soon
i fell flat up on my face, now i’m back up on my feet though
seen my mummy cry when our crib got repoed
same time, i was on that strip, dodging g-po
i love money, you can ask chanel, even she knows
5am, i’m on the motes, a couple zinos
cah like without the weed smoke, i find it hard to sleep bro
i know a couple things that i just can’t repeat though
they’re worried ’bout their egos, i’m at chicken piri fino’s
i’m twenty years old and sh-t, all i know is bandos
jail cells, trey eights, rambos
and i ain’t gonna lie fam, none of this was never in the plan though
i was itching to hit the block, after school i ran home
changed clothes, stepped out, look how it’s a mess now
they all wanna know but back then i got left out
i never knew how to fight, that’s why they got cheffed down
and i don’t get my hopes up, i’m too used to letdowns
i’m from the streets where it’s nuttin but beef
and i woulda made her mine if she knew how to be discreet
when you hear them wheels screech, better think upon your feet
everybody turn civil when we’re rocking with them yeets
used to wanna be like 50 till i heard about meech
and where the f-ck you been if you ain’t heard about me?
send my n-ggas to your bando, your door’s getting breached
got a lot up on my mind, without this weed i can’t sleep
it’s kay from the lane b-tch, chef him on a main strip
sh-t, i need eight bricks to break down on eight strips
nuttin ain’t changed my n-gga, i still take trips
cah this time last month, i was on basic
i do this for my n-ggas that are stuck up on the same sh-t
i told jack, “roll another zoot, i’m gonna face this”
and i was on the wing, shotting z’s for like eight fifths
so f-ck if you ain’t feeling man, the real n-ggas rate this

- kaymuni

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