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letra de a sweet lick - kidd adamz

[hook]
break in the, break in the, break in the door
give me the money we’ll take it and go
kids with no conscious or mind
only feel money and power this time
only respect can allow us to shine
only these tecs can devour your mind
reach for that weapon you out of your mind
cause one pull of that trigger you out of your mind
(boop! boop! boop! boop!)
(braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!)
money and power that sh-t do a lot
look like a boss when you whip through block
feeding the hood and evading the cops
the life of a hood-lover you with it or not?
is you with it or nah
is you with it or nah
feeding the hood and evading the cops
the life of a hood-lover you with it or not?

[verse]
aye
turn on the stove, working the block
you can make profit by working with rocks
i done seen junkies come out every corner
when uncle went cooking and heat up the pot
(heat up the pot)
heat up the pot, just to buy food he would be up a lot
sliding and riding and fleeing from cops
and come back to the crib like “you see what i got?”
i was raised in the jungle i came out a beast
felt like a monster just came out of me
br-ss knuckles before walking to school
keep it moving and don’t talk to me fool
walking clueless it’s a robbery too
and my partners shooters hit a artery fool
chop you up and find your body in two’s
thug n-ggas don’t abide by the rules
i’m gutta, gutta i grew up in the lake
other suckers, couldn’t see in my taste
motherf-ckers thought i couldn’t be great
so f-ck your mother with a d-ck in her face
b-tches trippin’ drop them off on a curb
cause that money calling and that’s all that i heard
posted with n-ggas who been through them digits
and still in there winnin’ by callin’ them birds

(boop! boop! boop! boop!)
(braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!)

[hook]

[verse]
back in the hood, 9 on the block
slide with the plug and put time on that clock
hustlin’, hustlin’, that’s all i know
if i end up in jail then the grind might just stop
so i’m duckin’ and dodgin’ and hidin’ from cops
that’s everyday when you grindin’ like us
summer too hot to be locked in that cell
so n-gga f-ck bail i want time in that drop
i put work in that booth and put work in that street
work with producers then i work with thieves
break in cribs and get the loot then i’m out
aim at n-ggas only shoot if they bounce
same n-ggas i was kickin’ in doors with
end up being what i usually doubt
same n-ggas say they “rather be down”
same n-ggas always dappin’ me down
i’m ridin’ solo it’s just me and my squad
n-ggas hatin’ i ain’t worried bout y’all
paper, family, that’s the most of my thoughts
and f-ck your jewelry i got gold in my heart
f-ckin’ round and get it stole in the dark
by young n-ggas who seem older then y’all
let’s run get him see him racin’ and all
that gun get him bet he prayin’ to god
oh lord! oh lord…

- kidd adamz

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