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letra de tamarind targets - left lane didon & tha god fahim

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[chorus: tha god fahim]
a lot of good things gone with the wind
i wanna win, but it’s hard in this sin
but then again, i feel blessed with the pen
k!ll a demon from within, i’m with the angels once again
a lot of good things gone in the wind
i wanna win, but it’s hard in this sin
but then again, i feel blessed with the pen
k!ll a demon from within, i’m with the angels once again

[verse 1: tha god fahim]
i’m ridin’ solo, art with no logo
these cops be robo, k!llin’ n-ggas for promo
when will this not be accepted?
they do it every day and every week, so it’s neglected
i keep a uzi for protection
i might just flip the switch to fully automatic when it’s hectic
some say i’m steppin’ with a deathwish
but i’d give it all up to be free of this oppression
baby, don’t cry – keep your chin up
when you’ve fallen deep in the sunken place, you gotta get up
never give up; candidates
who wants to be a millionaire? me
so either open the doors or pass me the key
with no degree, my flow can part the seven seas
my need to please and sh-t on these weak emcees
my enemies, they just watch me gain gs
convert the top, roll down the window, feel breeze
i peeped your spot, i got the glock, with means to pop
the barrel hot, you bleed and rot
i need to stop, but really not, i’m really hot
the cash crop got me targeted by city cops
i count a lot, they’ll be harvested by many [?]
before a penny drop, i’ll flip you like eggs in the pot
(tzatatatata! tzatatatata! tzatatatatata!)
[chorus: left lane didon]
peep
a lot of good things gone with the wind
i wanna win, but it’s hard in this sin
but then again, i feel blessed with the pen
k!ll a demon from within, i’m with the angels once again, yo
a lot of good things gone in the wind
i wanna win, but it’s hard in this sin
but then again, i feel blessed with the pen
k!ll a demon from within, i’m with the angels once again, yo

[verse 2: left lane didon]
excellent, prerequisite evident
extra tenements; this room is small, it brings the elephant
atlantic slave trade, descendants is treacherous
flashback to n-ggas sellin’ us, get your melon bust
the rope was where the branches hang
the curse is broken; what goes around comes around
sh-t’s a batarang
a lot of lame b-tches mad at lane, we had a thang
but that moment was me passin’ game, yo
i [?], sketchbook the prism
all-timers, i took his wisdom, yo, small-timer
sh-t, that was jigga, d-mn
i’m more wilder when you at lookin’ distance
bam, on it again
foul like fallen angels l-stin’ over daughters of men
heartless within, gone in the wind, uh
captain is nathan, i skipped on my way to classification
the opps passed the hatin’ and the bag was waitin’
sh-t about to jump off
think i don’t know what to do, then you dumb, dawg
you think a monkey don’t know what limb to jump on?
you think my young’uns don’t walk around with they gun on?
peep, yo
n-ggas wet you like the great flood, then tell you, “stay up”
i’m vertically infinite, you get ate up
like a tamarind bar, you sour
i put the plate up, then split the proceeds and lift the cake up
this a hard business
the right n-ggas on the wrong mission, walkin’ up bl!ckin’
ain’t no long-distance
pass the oowop, fah, i’m gon’ wig ’em
flip you like a boss turned star witness
d-mn, now that’s beyond sickenin’
who, them n-ggas? yeah, right, man
them n-ggas been food

- left lane didon tha god fahim

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