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letra de canada goose - lil blade

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
only certain n-ggas i understand

[chorus]
i had to realize some’ll k!ll for this lifestyle (they will)
ain’t know how i was gon’ do it, this my life now
was only twenty with a pad in the ‘burbs
only noise that you hearin’ is a chirp from the birds
takin’ walks to my mailbox, it ain’t on the curb
i ain’t get nothin’ handed, everything you see earned
used to wear a nike hoodie when i hit the hood and serve
now it’s moncler bubbles and canada goose furs, n-gga

[verse 1]
times i was lost, really cried for this sh-t
questionin’ myself, lost my mind for this sh-t
had to get up off my ass, had to grind for this sh-t
all these beggin’-ass hoеs, ain’t got time for that sh-t (f-ck out of here with all of that sh-t)
yеah, i got some for some bread, though
f-ck the small talk, what’s up with that head, though?
livin’ life with a pocket full of dead folks
n-ggas always holdin’ out, but that’s your mans, though

[chorus]
i had to realize some’ll k!ll for this lifestyle
ain’t know how i was gon’ do it, this my life now
was only twenty with a pad in the ‘burbs
only noise that you hearin’ is a chirp from the birds
takin’ walks to my mailbox, it ain’t on the curb
i ain’t get nothin’ handed, everything you see earned
used to wear a nike hoodie when i hit the hood and serve
now it’s moncler bubbles and canada goose furs, n-gga
[verse 2]
i be mindin’ mine, i can’t tell you what they hate for
mama used to ask me, “what you wearin’ all them chains for?”
granny still ask what i’ma do if rap don’t work?
told her i don’t know, i just know that money come first
eatin’ lobster on the phone, sittin’ at the bar at benihanas
change my number on these n-ggas who ain’t spendin’ dollars
and all these hoes who was playin’ when i wasn’t poppin’
same hoes tryna be a n-gga baby mama

[verse 3]
i done fell out with some n-ggas that really was day ones
sh-t hurt a n-gga feelings, but f-ck it, i can’t budge
just like that eighty inch mounted on the wall, i stay plugged
f-ck the club, they just full of broke hoes i can’t hug
neck hit for lightyears before i had me a bust
n-gga, i was gettin’ phones before i sold me a drug
i ain’t even wanna do it, but my pockets was low
started off with three zips, then went and bought me a ‘bow
f-ckin’ with my arab and got my hand on some blues
thinkin’, “if i get caught, i’m goin’ straight on the news”
had to slow myself down, i got a future to lose
use your head, young n-gga, don’t get caught in the mood
i ain’t gon’ lie to these n-ggas, i be holdin’ back
i could violate these n-ggas, really be some lames
i can’t vibe with these n-ggas
but i’ll take your ho and have her ride with a n-gga
gettin’ high with a n-gga, you know it

- lil blade

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