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letra de trippled - kur

(keep it 1hundo rell)
life move fast, did i go down the right path
imma rapper thats what i say when my family ask
ain’t go to college after high school that made granny sad
right after high schooli was trappin takin xannies bad
lil know we rock regardless, whether good or bad
when its purin rainin on me, dawg i can’t get mad
when my family changin on me is it bout some cash
i just wish they knew that if i got it, they would have
i be sayin sh-t that’s outta pocket when im mad
i dont even gotta bond wit my mom and dad
think about it when im high, and it made me sad
b-tches at the spot, askin can they take a bath
i been fallin back plottin, tryna make a path
trynna clear it for my n-ggas
slow spirits i remember
hoes stare if you a winner
stop for soul food im in memphis
juan was wit me, im in denver
throwin up, im feelin sicker
want to go home, i was b-tchin
then i smoked im like im trippin
i was tempted but i didn’t
gotta temper i be trippin
i was ment to keep on spittin
this sh-t ment, this all for temple

[chorus]
started of wanna nickle for a feature then it tripled, then that tripled, then it tripled, (then it tripled then it tripled then it tripled,)
then that tripled, then that tripled
~ then it tripled then it tripled, then it tripled then it tripled then it tripled then it tripled
then it tripled then it tripled, then it tripled then it tripled, then it tripled then it tripled
ohhhhh then it tripled ohhhhh then it tripled
ohhhhh then it tripled, then it tripled that sh-t different~

[verse 2]
it was a nickle i was chargin when i first started
white fendi, first nickle went to boys and borded
use to play my man phone, and thought im getting shorted
sweat suits i use to sport it, trappin tryna go forward
the rain viscous keep on purin, but i kept recordin
i was on the block ain’t never think i’d end up tourin
i use to want lesabes, ain’t never even think of foreigns
when i do good things, i never ever think record it
i was in the maze lost, fam stressin laid off, gram strecthin
my man fumbled wit the rock, thought he would catch it
its f-cked up, when that b-tch a thot and feelins catchin
i been f-ckin up my gwaup, should be investin
i been hangin back uptop, like i ain’t destine
i ain’t trynna lose my spot, i need direction
i ain’t trynna stay in the box, im trynna spread it
d-mn i need some leverage

- kur

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