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letra de no sympathy - kenzo balla

[intro]
ah
every opp shot, everything dead
ah

[chorus]
why the f-ck these n-ggas tryna mention me? (like, why?)
we the ones turnin’ n-ggas into history (turn ’em into history)
and i know a lot of n-ggas envy me (envy me)
catch me a opp, i ain’t showin’ no sympathy (i ain’t showin’ no sympathy)
keep a knocker ’cause they tryna get wit’ me (they tryna get wit’ me)
glock wit’ a switch, .30 clip and it got a beam (like, what? like, what?)
smokin’ lotti wit’ notti (notti)
i got his team hit up, now it’s blood on my amiri jeans (ah)
and i’m tired of the politickin’ and the cap
like, how many n-ggas got took off the map? (like, what?)
last opp got shot in his back
he lucky, ’cause bro tried to knock off his cap (like, what?)
hop out the v, i’m tryna catch a hat (8k)
gеt ’em gone off scenе, now he in a pack (pack)
if we spot us a jet from the well, no crooklyn, just watch how my n-ggas react (like, what? like, what?)
[verse 1]
free all the opps so my n-ggas can drill ’em
like a drink, these hollows get to spillin’ (like, what?)
mama’s is cryin’ ’cause they sons is missin’ (on bro)
we caught ’em and we just took ’em off the hit-list (we did)
put a new dead opp on my wishlist (opp)
that’s the only thing i want for christmas (grrah-grrah)
bro hit his face, he gon’ f-ck up his image (on bro)
ballin’ on n-ggas, i ain’t talkin’ scrimmage (at all)
wit’ my jenny, i stay on my block (i stay on my block)
that n-gga tripped and got knocked out his socks (he got knocked out his socks)
hit his leg, watch him hop (watch him hop)
then flock at his head, watch him flop, like (baow)
i be buggin’ spinnin’ on the opps (spinnin’ on the opps)
tryna spot ’em and give a charge, just like a cop (like a cop)
i’m tired of n-ggas rappin’ what they not (rappin’ what they not)
when we be the ones who really make it hot, like (make it hot)
i think that boy add a k to the 5 (add a k to the 5)
watch how i dump, throw a k at his spine (throw a k at his spine)
catch a gz, i ain’t wastin’ no time (i ain’t wastin’ no time)
i’ma up it and get to sprayin’ wit’ the .9 (sprayin’ wit’ the .9)
hollows gon’ rearrange a n-gga mind (rearrange a n-gga mind)
we tryna house a patient when we slide (patient when we slide)
why these n-ggas talkin’ on the guys? (talkin’ on the guys)
but they ain’t do sh-t but watch they brother die, like (ah)
it’s a new opp in the air, sh-t active (notti)
lil’ dumb n-gga, died off a stabbin (like, what?)
lil’ stupid n-gga, shoulda had it (he shoulda had it)
if it was me, i woulda got to clappin’ (woulda got to clappin’)
smokin’ shh, to the face, i be laughin’ (i be laughin’)
talkin’ on jb, now you in a casket (now you in a casket)
once we got a new opp, we gon’ match it (like, what?)
we throw the bullets, them n-ggas just catch it (them n-ggas just catch it)
[verse 2]
she see the carti’, now she wanna f-ck (wanna f-ck)
but she can’t, she done ran out of luck (she done ran out of luck)
i keep a knock, ain’t no knucklin’ up (knucklin’ up)
i was 13, punchin’ and roughin’ ’em up (i was roughin’ ’em up)
bro hit a piece, we gon’ double it up (double it up)
and i’m flockin’ at n-ggas if they runnin’ up (grrah-grrah, boom)
rayy boomin’ wit’ me, know he come in clutch (every opp shot)
send shots to his temple, watch ’em f-ck him, like (ah)
droppin’ the jet while i spin through the lam (while i spin through the lam)
if i catch flex then i’m lettin’ it blam (then i’m lettin’ it blam)
brodie spin through and flock it on cam (like, what?)
don’t run, don’t trip, ’cause my knocker don’t jam (’cause this knocker don’t jam)
flock it and pass it, wit’ my other hand (my other hand)
keep hunnids and fifties wrapped in rubber bands (like, what? like, what?)
it’s a new opp, rest in p-ss to his mans (rest in p-ss to his mans)
b-tch, i’ma up, i won’t give ’em a chance, like (i won’t give ’em a chance, ah)

- kenzo balla

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