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letra de in the cut - kissthecrook

[verse 1: coolboii]
descending i’m fending inside of my grave
preacher he prayin’ my body behave
i’m caught in daze, maybe a phase
maybe i’m part of the picture that plays
feel like the crease of the page
or maybe it’s one of those days
up in the morning i’m already falling apart
i feel like i’m stuck and i’m startled to start
look in the mirror, got hate in my heart
watching it bubble and bite
struggle is not all the hype
these n-ggas they hustle with ice
i hope you can gamble your life
shouldn’t they wanna be free?
actin like they wanted beef
enter your house and i creep
crook with the b and the e
do the extremes
takin’ his knees
makin’ that n-gga not breathe
take everyone underneath
k!ll enemy for the peace
bang on a opp for the watch
take what they cookin’ in pots
my sediment hard as a rock
-ssembling all of my forces
pretending they givin’ endors-m-nt
the hustler mind, i enforce it
so what do you need?
i’m already tainted with greed – what does it mean?
pourin’ the cup
not really me
stuck in the cut
n-gga we creep
pourin’ the cup
not really me stuck in the cut
n-gga we creep

[bridge: kissthecrook]
yeah, motherf-cker i be in my element
you just a lil’ p-ssy boy with impediment
skippin’ yo sh-t like a rock – like it’s sediment
burnin’ yo body to hide all the evidence
show at the funeral – shake and give sentiments
they think i’m innocent, b-tch i’m not heaven sent
i’m with my brethren, stay on yo head like excedrin

[verse 2: kissthecrook]
ain’t life a b-tch, huh
walk in the park and with dogs
pickin’ up all of yo sh-t way that my -ss got the bag
hoe, i don’t know
what the f-ck
imma do
when my -ss
leave out the motherf-ckin’ hut
maybe get a job or bust my motherf-ckin’ nut
every day is different when you livin’ in the cut
thinking i’m soft ’til i get in the booth
chew yo -ss out like my name baby ruth
pay me and mine to show you the truth
hope you can handle it, good men a few
put a hit on me, that sh-t gettin’ knocked
you lay your hands on me yo sh-t gettin’ rocked
come for my chick and yo c-ck gettin’ blocked
i’ll sraighten your curls with my blade – get it sharp
surroundin’ me like negative sp-ce
leavin’ a boy in a veggie type state
eatin’ those greens, my -ss in a bracket
hand that sh-t out, like church and a basket
i gotta have it, i gotta have it
me and the squad we causin’ the havoc
no pausin’ – we on the move
go pressin’ play, the p-ssies get loose
dark roast – keep you up at night
pot roast, slow cook the beef – take a bite
strands in yo t–th get some floss
blood up on yo lip got it lookin like some gloss
where am i at – what?
my -ss in the cut
givin’ my all, that sh-t ain’t enough
no prayin’ above, no sendin’ it up

- kissthecrook

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