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letra de nomerxy - kippp

there’s no mercy on me
no crying myself to sleep
no mercy on me
nightmares have become my dreams
no mercy for me
good morning reality
will i wake we’ll never know
i’m late for my date with destiny
let me go
let me go
you’ve got to let me go
right or wrong
let me go
i’m on my path
let me go
my mama loved me more than i do
she said you pop was jus’ like you
trapped in a vicious circle
jesus youngest disciple
tell the judge if he throwed the book at me
make it the bible
start calling myself the king
for lack of a better title
loyal beyond belief to my detriment
it’s so vital i change or blow opportunities
like a choir recital
now while i do not care who telling
meanwhile selling powder puts food in the bellies
well, if i may speak freely, we gon’ get a bag if we need it
buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
we was never playin’ in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated
hold up, they ain’t made a game you can play on me
i just be prayin’ for these n-ggas, that they pray on me
they got another thing comin’, homie, they gon’ see
i got the blessings of an angel everyday on me
okay, church, n-gga used to ask me where i’m from
tell ’em bankhead, n-gga, but the earth my turf
work, wonder what’s up under my shirt
wonder why i ain’t gettin’ searched
n-gga, t.i.p been solid, speak against his name in the hood
and you will get slapped out ’bout it, had straps out wildin’
but moments in the past just made me who i am
that’s why i don’t run from it
keep it one hunnid
anyone who don’t like it, then f-ck ’em
get a little money then double level
came a way from sellin’ weed in the envelope
to puff daddy standin’ with me in chinchilla
road run, rubberband man
made a 100 mil’ off of 50 grand man
well, godd-mn
my suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this b-tch
put your heart in this sh-t, you’re bound to get rich, no cap
shut up, sucka n-gga, get up
crazy in your head thinkin’ you can get us hit up
foreign, automotives all in my lawn
yawn, did this sh-t so long it’s gettin’ borin’
trap to the culture, made a motherf-ckin’ lifestyle
shoutout to my n-ggas doin’ trap-music right now
but you know we ain’t with the hype, a million on the mic
get to switchin’ out a queen, just ’cause she ain’t what we like
i’m a king, done my thing from the green to the white
when you finished with opinions, i got four or five classics
say i ain’t the sh-t, that n-gga must be dippin’ acid
f-ck what all ’em other n-ggas doin’, all i know is keep goin’
start gettin’ money, i enjoyed it
started sellin’ crack for employment
make it out of georgia, that was a n-gga only intent
get the suckas out the way and get rich
n-gga, beg your pardon

- kippp

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