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letra de welcome ii eighteen - kembe x

[intro]
the truth is playing, uncover the human saiyan
from under the stupid sand
the f-ck is it you’ve been saying?
we puffin on stupid gr-ss, you puffin on stupid sand
the reggie you smoke is dust
like f-ck it dude, you a lame
let your inhibitions go and just find something
i promise you the b-tch i’m with at worst is a 9 something
she came up with her t-tties out and asked me to sign something
and i was like

yup

[verse 1]
welcome to eighteen, where n-ggas is grimy
at seventeen it seemed it was a cushion behind me
but now it’s a brick wall, it’s crazy as h-ll to me
that f-cking b-tches now-a-days can end up as jail for me
i ask if it’s mail for me, my moms give me sighs as answers
on the grind at the time but the signs is there
she ain’t impressed with what i do in my free time
i guess i better look into a school in the meantime
my mind is like…

[hook]
whoa now
get back to school, before you get
throwed out
what’s next for you
you guys broke, i know these dreams important
i doubt them things gon pay the mortgage
whoa now
go find a job, before you get
throwed out
cause times is hard
f-ck beats, f-ck flows, and your f-cking sk!lls
you’re eighteen and that don’t pay no f-cking bills

[verse 2]
and welcome to eighteen, where even your guys fake
i see so much bullsh-t, it’s making my eyes ache
and even my moms say the time comin
for my -ss to find somethin
to get me out the crib or to find pay
my b-tch a beyonce
my living is straight, um
these cliques is beyond g-y
them n-ggas is lames
i mean them n-ggas the same
my circle small mayne, i’m lacking the drama
and when i face it i just light some f-cking pack for my problems
but then
pops say hit the kitchen now
n-gga what you b-tchin bout?
pulled a pack up out his pocket
“n-gga what these swishers bout?”
he looked me in my face, and sn-tched the blunt out of my mouth
and told me kick the sh-t today, or get the f-ck out of my house
you think my rules is a joke to you, huh
i told you get a job last time i spoke to you son
i’m not gon scream or even woop if you don’t listen to me
but don’t be surprised when you come home and see yo sh-t in the street
n-gga

[hook]

i know that i should just move on with my life
suggest don’t go get it my way
find my clothes in the driveway
it took getting so old to see
the world is so cold to me
if i do like this, i won’t turn out to be sh-t
no

[outro]
you f-ckin lames is trippin me out n-gga
i’m f-ckin b-tches, b-tch, oh that’s what you b-tchin about n-gga
v’s up, high, one time
i done came a long way from lunch lines
i done made a strong case for [?]
with a billabong on like i’m wiley
i’m bouncing through the club with my n-ggas and we get it in
and f-ck the vip you sitting in

- kembe x

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