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letra de sold - king zane

[intro: king zane]
where we come from we don’t never follow rules

[hook: king zane]
i been gettin’ racks, this sh-t ain’t nothing new
20’s way too bulky, need my money all blues
we was really workin’, hoppin’ outta black suburbans
tell me what you workin’, you a boss or you a worker, n-gga, woah
i got what they need and they know
started from the bottom but i ain’t there no more
plug pull up with that tractor trailer, yeah that load
i ain’t even touch the work and it’s already sold

[verse 1: king zane]
i’m straight from the bottom, i just gotta make it out
my lil homie told me we up next, i need it now
put my bread in music, spit my life up in the booth
ain’t no rap cap, n-gga we don’t do fake news
comin’ from whеre we come from, it ain’t no way to losе
either end up dead or your face up on the news
my lil homie got that smith & wesson, bust his tool
where we come from, we don’t never follow rules
then we stick and then we move, get that pack and flip it too
hunnid racks, i had that sh-t when i was in school
n-ggas said they made it but they ain’t makin’ no moves
me and my n-ggas, we from the trenches, we can’t lose

[hook: king zane & vl deck]
i been gettin’ racks, this sh-t ain’t nothing new
20’s way too bulky, need my money all blues
we was really workin’, hoppin’ outta black suburbans
tell me what you workin’, you a boss or you a worker, n-gga, woah
i got what they need and they know
started from the bottom but i ain’t there no more
plug pull up with that tractor trailer, yeah that load
i ain’t even touch the work and it’s already sold
(tractor trailer, ha, from the a to delaware, let’s go)

[verse 2: vl deck]
trap pastor, mask on, used to creep silent
no basketball around me, nothin’ but homies
i’m adapted to the climate, really trapped in different environments
used to take but now i’m hiring, doin’ the dash duckin’ sirens
rockin’ rollies in the finest, i send packs from town to town
i’m a made man off casinos, made a huncho incognito
nothin’ but juggin’ in my lingo, in the foreign when i pass they holler bingo, don’t slip, deck can repo
i’m rockin’ water, aquafina, i tote k’s with stock
i’m immortal, don’t need to aim either
don’t play with me i am the reaper
no drought, i got bags in every season
i got motion, lows, exotics, gas what i’m reekin’, you can smell it

- king zane

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