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letra de no turbulence - kiu

[hook]
wrote this on my flight to lax
feelin’ blessed
you been fightin’ demons now you stressed
get a vest
it’s been hoodie season in my town
nonetheless
get outta them streets before you drown

[verse 1]
in the hood you only good if you a down n-gga
you got a benz but just remember you a brown n-gga
can’t talk about it like a boss when you around n-ggas
law pull up you better lay down on that ground n-gga
don’t make a sound n-gga
yea we know you run the city not the town n-gga
watch my body
opposition all around n-gga
let time set in
they look like food, breakfast
they envy, check it
i’m standing ten toes watching windows
they runnin game why you think i’m wearin’ gym clothes
that’s why my hoolie got the eagle with the big nose
that’s why ya team froze (listen, huh)
i’m in the bank i need 20 large
i need a f-ckin’ wraith so i can see the stars
the robe chalky got me lookin’ like a xanax bar
where i’m from they be clappin’ from a fancy car
[hook 2x]
wrote this on my flight to lax
feelin’ blessed
you been fightin’ demons now you stressed
get a vest
it’s been hoodie season in my town
nonetheless
get outta them streets before you drown

[verse 2]
30 thousand feet in the air
just winners here
we all got eat it’s silverware
and dinner here
coming for the top like thinnin’ hair (yea)
watch the stocks and tell my hittas pick a chair (uh)
did the dash in the porsche but it’s rented (uh)
the streets behind me, i’m still posted in the trenches (uh)
i went and got my own sh-t, i’m independent
still the same skinny n-gga from the wick taggin’ b-tches up
jet laggin’ or just catch me in a sprinter truck
remember days i wasn’t sh-t and they ain’t give a f-ck
now they all be tryna diss me for a pick me up
i be moving rich as f-ck, i point and tell em hit you up
i’m just out here to inspire you
i was selling drugs, got hired and fired too
when things change just stay sane and know your roots
you miss a train then make a way, create a route
tell the truth you ain’t really tryna let it shoot
i blow the booth then i’m a gangsta in a f-ckin’ suit
you play the stoop then you in danger if we sliding through
i stick and move i got them watching everything i do
i just hit the store then i hit the shore
in singapore with mi amor in diadora
that kitty drip i’m marvin g-ye let’s get it on
her ass phat told her sit it on me
n-ggas better ride ain’t no b-tchin on me
young n-gga, 190 with a “smith &” on me
and i never gave a f-ck about ya biggest homie
say you real gotta come and show me
[hook]
wrote this on my flight to lax
feelin’ blessed
you been fightin’ demons now you stressed
get a vest
it’s been hoodie season in my town
nonetheless
get outta them streets before you drown

- kiu

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