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letra de how i really feel - kezwitdak

say he got the drop well n-ggha come and drop something (drop it)
say he riding with the glock well n-ggha pop something (pop it)
see i ain’t with no talking these n-gghas they know i’m coming (i’m coming)
when they see me pulling up these n-gghas get to running (running)
we ain’t the same my gun it get to dumping (dumping)
nick cannon think it’s drumming (drumming)
call a n-ggha kevin he comedian thinking funny (hey kevin)
never been a l!ck ain’t taking sh-t from me (f-ck n-ggha)
i can be a ghostwriter (ghostwriter)
that n-ggha writing fire, writing when the goats tired (writing when they tired)
sparking up a blunt that’s all i need to feel inspired (feel inspired
moving granny out thе hood is all that i desire
go and up it at a rival (boom, boom, boom, boom)
getting dubs and n-gghas winning titlеs
we can’t look up to no idols, put my left hand on the bible (on god)
swear i’ll never testify ya, got me feeling homicidal (i feel it)
i’ll spin the block and we gone drop ya, have it looking suicidal (fah, fah, fah)
in these streets we had to get it (got it)
living in the jungle you get got if you ain’t with it (had to get with it)
judging by my life just know you lucky you ain’t live it
you better watch you’re back ’cause in these streets
its gon’ get wicked, get em’ livid
we come up rags to riches, them my wishes, say i did it (come up)
we coming back in business, we dismiss him, be specific (what)
we leave him paralytic if we spinning and we miss him (d-mn)
we make him a statistic out here winning if you dissing (gang)
n-ggha, if you dissing
we finish off the opp just like a gta mission (like it’s a mission)
we pulled up on they block can’t find an opp they all hidden (where y’all at)
we plotting to the top i gotta try to achieve my vision
can’t come fix this, got no chance to hit this (hit it)
heard he went to trial you took the stand now you a witness (witness)
now he in denial, show me papers, on my hitlist (hitlist)
the day be so delightful when they find out you went missing (p-ssy)
double v’s like its christian (v.v’s)
no talking on the web don’t even tag me in you’re mention (don’t do it)
don’t want my words mistaken for so come up close and listen (listen)
ain’t tryna leave this world, n-ggha, don’t reach and keep you’re distance
we k!ll sh-t, spill sh-t, like herb yea we drill sh-t (drilling)
can’t buy we had to steal sh-t, hollow tips you feel this (you feel it)
we was down bad one mcchicken had to meal split (we split it)
the words i’m writing down swear i spit that real sh-t (the realest)
big trust, i’ll have em’ running like 8
i send a blitz, and get him hit, now watch him scramble away (gone)
like the cover of madden i’ll have him on the front page (read all about it)
we keep scoring, ain’t no coming back, it’s getting too late
i’m felling untouchable n-ggha now go run me my fade (run it)
we running from jakes, super bowl we upgrade the stakes
criminally minded i’m born this way, no flag on the play (no flags)
obj we running routes now go and pass me that k
now go beat the case (go beat it)
hit a play and don’t show your face (don’t)
my life in maze
when i’m dropping they’ll be amazed (they will)
i’d rather be tazed
swear to god i’d rather be maced (swear)
then shot in the face
by a cop that’s paid to come save (f-ck twelve)
by a cop that we pay to come and serve and protect (you serving)
i gotta watch how i step
take this time to reflect (reflect)
they take our lives no regret (regret)
i’m black so guess i’ma threat (threat)
stepping out the house and praying twelve don’t take my ass next (please god)
you really don’t know
that n-ggha calling bro he gon’ fold (he fold)
he clutching his pole
first chance that he get he gon’ blow
tryna wipe a nose
you hurting cause you standing ten toes
can’t tell he crying when he lonely just too much pain to hold (hold)
let it out my n-ggha, you good, head up gon’ head and cry
when you let them tears fall don’t make you less of a guy
next time that you see this n-ggha bet his eyes gone be dry
gotta fill my lungs with smoke just for me to get by (just gotta get high)

- kezwitdak

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