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letra de run from - lil amp

[verse 1: amp]
run from that trap, might get caught up in a trap
prison is my vision, most n-ggas die over division
now listen, getting right, gettin straight is my only mission
god help me please, i pray and hope he gets my pet-tion
section of affection, why care ’bout the color of my complexion
born from the game, but i’m slaved to these streets
tightening up them cleats, s-x for money, she chained to sheets
she don’t know she don’t have to do that, don’t go back
run from pain, daquan’s dead, now i’ll never be the same
me and that girl ain’t work out, now i’ll never be the same
broke my heart and i thought i was really in her kart
but i think the store closed, hood life to the suicide doors
black against white, why the f-ck we gotta use that angle
these streets made me a k!ller, like a bengal
i’m speakin and talking real sh-t in this motherf-ckin single
police with the heat and listen i don’t mean a fever
look bruh, i don’t wanna shoot, deal or k!ll either
but we got the thug in us, streets turn weak, there no trust
can’t trust feds, the reason i flip dimes, is to feed the kids
the reason i rap is cause of n-ggas like me, you don’t like me?
because my words are so f-ckin blunt, how many life’s i touch
that all i really care about, so why don’t you go ahead and hush
life’s suck, life’s not fair, look to the government but they don’t care
they say they protect and serve, you see it… like where
i don’t see it anywhere, sell drugs, get dough; life ain’t fair
eric to mike, black coon in a hoodie trayvon, who goin save us
been goin on for too long, ain’t sayin that racism is as strong
but d-mn when is a cop convicted?, and george did it
they know blacks are goin die young, they wanna finish it
start a riot, hey problem where you at, all this sh-t made us mad
tear the city up, protest ’til you laugh, anger among all blacks’
d-mn motherf-ckas, tear at this world ’til it get cracks
we fed up with this bullsh-t, so f-ck with us we’ll attack

[bridge:amp]
f-ck it man, been to much… but i’m tried of complaining because alot of other people have it worse then me… but it doesn’t matter i still run from it… i mean who doesn’t…..

[verse 2: amp]
you young at first, then you old, then you back to the earth
the streets made me a k!ller, blood all over my shirt
say your dawg is a trustworthy n-gga, better make d-mn sure
cause his face could be the last thing before your vision starts to blur
reoccur, dogs goin bark, p-ssies goin purr, trap n-ggas poor
money is what we getting k!lled for, but we askin for more
complaining, when people in other places have nothing to eat
they would ask u.s. for something, but they’re too weak, can’t speak
and this on true love everyone seeks, god only one that see’s
all, facefall, tryna answer the call, can’t do that behind bars
tryna be there for my son, his birth is supposed be special
give me some credit, my parnets cut from the pic, no edit
that hood is that movie scene, glad i made it out of that setting
rappers selfish, what the f-ck?, you always getting and spending
pause it for?, rappers hid behind a fashion closet door
sayin i rock versace doe, why should i give a f-ck doe
got n-ggas in the ground, the others f-cking locked up doe
so why should i give a f-ck ’bout you, f-ck it , i’ll shoot
love, r.i.p daquan, them k!llas know they did you wrong
that’s why i hope they died slow, one mistake your gone
we are not playas of this game man, we just p-wns
shootin ’til dawn, too many deaths, police can’t keep up
and get this motherf-ckas, i ain’t tellin you what i saw
triple-beam, off-set and there’s a d-mn line, better not cross it
and my f-ckin city g-ngb-ngs to the extreme, don’t care what the law says
shoutout to the 36 mafia, your n-ggas so fake i just laugh at y’all
think the government goin do something, they rather k!ll the lot of y’all
i want real hittas, so why should i be callin y’all, i ain’t callin y’all
pick out your coffin bruh, forreal double amg there ain’t no stoppin us
and them feds they wanting us, locked me up but still ain’t no stopping us
cops don’t give a f-ck ’bout us, guess what; we don’t really give a f-ck

- lil amp

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