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letra de my block - lemz bc

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[verse 1]
my block, p-ssy roads and broken glass
young g’s taking shots like a photograph
all we see is pipes and needles, i’m evil
i beg you try and find my equal
i’ll paint a picture, no canvas
my whole life, i’ve been ducking from them cameras
squale tryna snap, card game
i’ve been stacking so my kids will never live a hard day
and all my homies rich like the boy quan
cah we’ve been in the game since ’01
hit my first ten racks, thought i made it
ten years later, front page on them papers
in my aunt’s house, cutting up the work
dirt on me, i’ve got more b-ttons than a shirt
feds got my handpiece when they found me
i weren’t asleep but i had them z’s all around me

[hook]
about a stack for the zip, twenty-five for the brick
on my life i would die for my strip
no dargs, then i’d ride with my stick
got them pagans always tryna hide from the kid
about a stack for the zip, twenty-five for the brick
on my life i would die for my strip
no dargs, then i’d ride with my stick
got them pagans always tryna hide from the kid

[verse 2]
i’ve been doing dirt since knee-high
rewind, i did it on my own, no free ride
never told the connect that i need time
and now i run through the sand like the seaside
and if i ever robbed the plug i never changed my phone
them silly boys should’ve stayed at home
all these d-ckheads getting jacked, tryna play boss
i take chop then i’m round dark, call it lagos
but you know i’ve got some white b-tches with me
you know susie, elizabeth and whitney
blowing racks, tryna hit me
you better get your refund motherf-cker, i’m like 50
you think i care if an opp’s got machines?
stamp out a c-ckroach like i’m locked in the green
no cops in my team, glock full of t–th
talk sh-t, ten shots in your spleen

[hook]
about a stack for the zip, twenty-five for the brick
on my life i would die for my strip
no dargs, then i’d ride with my stick
got them pagans always tryna hide from the kid
about a stack for the zip, twenty-five for the brick
on my life i would die for my strip
no dargs, then i’d ride with my stick
got them pagans always tryna hide from the kid

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