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letra de silver spoon - kryptonite

[verse 1: kryptonite]
wasn’t even 10 years old
when my uncle smoked me out
playing oldies in the house
beer stains up on the couch
just 23 people
livin’ in the same roof
grandma josie held me down
until my dad got out
and swooped, with my momma
had some good times
but then they’d argue
my pops loved his homies
til my momma didn’t want ’em
and then they’d make up
there they go, back & forth
while i’m gettin’ curfew tickets
sittin’ in juvenile court
and this ain’t nothin’ new
trying to be a big boy
look up to older heads
cause they making big noise
and thats a big mistake
patty cake & bigger weight
looking for another way to elevate

[chorus]
if i was born with a silver spoon
then it probably fell out my mouth
(on the grind is what i’m about)
if i was born with a silver spoon
then it probably fell out my mouth
(you gotta get it when it counts)

[bridge]
i put the smash down
i get my hustle on
i’m a big boy
and its a big song
i put the smash down
i put the work in it
live life make money
with no f-cking limits

[verse 2: o.g. riot]
i’d never thought it’d be
is it suppose to be
i found myself somewhere out
where i shouldn’t be
i shouldn’t speak
thats what pops said
when the juras got the guns
to your forehead
some things are worse now
some things never change
to think i have to tell my son
the same things
if i had it my way
i could have it all
no waitin’ for layaway
to get paid off
f-ck a food stamp
in line like boot camps
for free food, bread & cheese
too young to understand
but i’m grown now
still ain’t slowed down
fast money moves quick
so i’m dash now
keeping money in my pocket
by any means
its either that or chase dreams
so i get it where it counts
weight the homie out an ounce
even if i know its wrong
cause every dollar counts

[chorus + bridge]

[verse 3: king lil g]
my mother raised me right
i can’t complain
i sneaked out the window
just to kick it with the gang
i never perpetrate
i played the game
the right order
i was broke -ss f-ck
pockets full of quarters
then i met will
he brought the baking soda
he grabbed the pot
i poured some water
he told me
“lil homie kick it in this corner”
in about an hour
i had it sowed up
i did it cause i didn’t know any better
i did it cause i thought we’d have to block forever
till the cops came
helicopter, got raid
i was optimistic
never thought my mistake (never)
the f-cken phones
too much information
got my homies in the state pen
segregation (locked up)
promises
i promise like a politician
i promise i’m a go
and still you get no visit

[chorus + bridge]

- kryptonite

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