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letra de 3rd side conspiracy - kb & kaymuni

[verse 1: kaymuni]
i stayed in the t, bro i never had a penny
shotguns and spinners, yo i never had a semi
feds kick the door, you better make sure you’re ready
obbo on the guys, they’re tryna give us tens and twenties
they say “kay, what you do up in a year?”, i say “nuff still”
granny told me those who don’t hear, yo they must feel
i ain’t even play it down, you know that that stuff’s real
i ain’t tryna fight, i’m tryna slap, he think he tough still
slap the benz in drive and we switching lanes
all the time i did in cagе, i wish it went a different way
nеw stick, different stain, new strip, different yay
i just l!cked a nine so i went and gave out zips for eight
literally, picture me robbing man on christmas eve
cah nuttin there for christmas g, i never grew up wishing b
come from a place where wishes never come true
and if they come through, i’ll show you what them guns do
cah guns, money, drugs, only things that excite me
bro they don’t like me becah they’re not like me
seen my first twenty racks way before i was nineteen
since i was fifteen, i’ve never had the guys free
so free s, i’ve probably said that sh-t a million times
ot, i probably stayed there a million nights
and no cap, yo i deffo drawed a thousand cats
so if they could, they’d probably send me out to alcatraz
the alleyway is getting hot, i tell ’em “link me round the back”
million pound dreams, it all started with an ounce of crack
sh-t i mean an ounce of weed, n0body held it down for me
my b-tch said she got me, got appeal and she sat out for me
[verse 2: kb]
all i wanted for christmas was a stick full of bine
last christmas, had a vision, brewed drink for the guys
we the slimes gang, always use pistols for glides
we’re tryna k!ll ’em on sight, it’s just a miserable life
it was a typical day
they had shortie stretched out in a critical stage
and now our bredrins tryna do them in a similar way
i tried tell ’em but they just wanna live for today
and i was living the same
you see the first yute i bun bro, i came through the back door
you can ask my bredrin, he knows what he got slapped for
days like ronaldo on the pitch, he shoulda passed more
i had a front row seat, watched him slap the fours
saw flames coming out the end of the pipe
really tryna catch a body ‘fore the end of the night
almost dropped to civil bro, i can’t even lie
so don’t be chilling on that block cah you know what it’s like
me, blakes and lees, the hood couldn’t tell us nuttin
i knew i was the man, i’d be the first one to touch suttin
so when i got my gun, i told myself i was done running
i remember running with my hand out like a bus was coming
i coulda been a baller, ask my brudda, you think i’m capping?
ot, scoping boxes but they think i’m trapping
i said ot, scoping boxes but they think i’m trapping

- kb kaymuni

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