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letra de truth - ko ho3

[verse 1:ko ho3]
not a rapstar, i just come to spit the truth
hammers bang, n-ggas fall, that ain’t nothing new
course i know about the pain cause i’ve struggled too
do you know about the cain that i’ve hustled through?
due to the hustle there’s no time for no a-levels
n-ggas tryin shot those 10/10 crack pebbles
beware of the little n-gga with the kettle
cause any disagreement the strap settles
trying to get in the door but p-ssies wanna throw me out
true say, they heard of ross and now they wanna know me now
b-tch boys in my business, told ’em keep their noses out
no new homies, pack of real dargs hold me down
you can say we’re strapped to the t when we rolling out
big zoot, addicted to the weed, that’s why i’m zoning out
thinking ’bout all my loved ones that have gone above the clouds
young boss, i’ve got no time for feeling lonely now
and i understand my mummy wants to turn my life around
but i’m a man, so if a man strikes her then i’ll strike him down
i ain’t in this ting for slags
i’m out here on the grind for pounds
still i can’t lie don, i’m out here on the grind for nines
put it on my mother’s life that i’m down to ride for mine
put it on my father’s grave, i take it where my father lays
take it to the cemetery, waiting on my enemies
swear down i be waiting on my enemies
this is for the older chicks, that used to call me schooley, next day they’re on the d-ck, sucking it profusely
this is for them older n-ggas, thought l was a reject, see i do my ting, now i get their respect
sit back, reflect, who we gon eat next? where we got the heat slept? real talk when we gonna see death?
i should probably hustle more; speak less
but i tend to smoke more; eat less
really do this sh-t, you can feel it through your speakers
i don’t expect you to give a f-ck about my life
i just wanna see my p’s, p’s stacked to my eyeline
straps, i’m around mine
i ain’t trying to live a high life, cause i ain’t no funny yout
so, if you choose to snitch just know i’m gunning you
tell me that, that bellies in the crib i’m still running through
f-ck up the weed house, tear down the crack spot
got pr-cks screaming out “stop” but i won’t stop
i’ve got more shots for these b-st-rds
i’ll probably take two glocks to my casket
and get it poppin up in heaven too
i just hope it’s still poppin up in heaven too

- ko ho3

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