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letra de doc - $lack the local

[verse]
i’m only talking sh-t with certainty
you can walk ur walk but trippin’ over nose bleeds
hiding diamonds in my socks since i was 14
counting seconds on the clock till i got currency
velvet from burgundy (yuh, yuh)
the place i’m from it says something, they paid some, bay area without the class, we gained some, fast lane but never let em pass, we played dumb, sipping gas right out the hazmat, go say sumn
i don’t know why they flipping over stuntin’, act like it’s nothin’, i got my biddy and my cousins, the speakers bumpin’, white girls drinking like mcloving, we keep it buzzing, dippin’ for the let the fuzz in, stayed up to something

“oh my god they on some real sh-t” (they on some real sh-t)
don’t talk to me less you shoot like cupid
never slippin’ over judgment, your boo’s whip
parked up in my driveway, this my way, we move quick

[chorus]
we seen it, we get it, n go
instinct it’s taking control
never runnin’ out of oxygen doc on the flow
they be runnin’ for the high life we got it & more
we be creeping through the silence ain’t coppin a porsche
i got everything i need right here (right here)
never flexing, never check the side mirror (never, never)
on a roll, blowin’ smoke, stay clear
never focus on the stop signs, whippin’ no fear

movin like a convict, media tried to top it
mania in my veins, dishonesty lookin’ toxic
skeletons in my closet, locked the door keys i lost em, head spinnin’ thinking profit, mind slippin’ from the chronic
i can’t understand all your logic
say you making money but you’re back where you started
flipped mine to a hunnid now you changing the topic
venture lookin promising but you keep on saucin’
on your head the goons only seeing a target
and you throwing shade it ain’t get me psychotic
know u wanna be an icon in the city you from
but the commas ain’t make you accomplished (you dig?)
[chorus]
we seen it, we get it, n go
instinct it’s taking control
never runnin’ out of oxygen doc on the flow
they be runnin’ for the high life we got it & more
we be creeping through the silence ain’t coppin a porsche
i got everything i need right here (right here)
never flexing, never check the side mirror (never, never)
on a roll, blowin’ smoke, stay clear
never focus on the stop signs, whippin’ no fear

- lack the local

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