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letra de the beginning - lil crumb & tjking

[verse]
smokin′ meth with all of my friends
out straight tweaking on a weekend bend
my dad went to jail, he k!lled my friend ben
so he calls me tellin’ me he be duckin′ his friends
so now i’m here stressin’, wonderin′ when i owe support
poverty is just a never ending thing in my thoughts
tryna get my mama paid and get my producer laid
now it′s time to drive, toss a few of them grenades
gotta keep my flow tight ’cause this sh-t gotta pay
if we don′t make it, best believе that i’ma spray
i′m talkin’ ′bout guns, guns earn you funds
if i get dissed again, f-ckin’ lеarn i’m the one, b-tch
it don′t make me no hoe, but, boy, i will snitch
if i end up in jail, i′ll never get rich
if you lay a hand on me, i’ll hit you with the switch
don′t got time to fight, but i work them gains
i do my best to avoid my ex to work my brain
if i get good enough, we’ll have that fame
i do this for my friend, i know his death ain′t my blame
i’m sorry, gettin′ a little bit off topic
so i distract myself with some hot tits
my friend’s got no life, we take them bong rips
sometimes push kush, we take them long trips
now if you in the city and you want d-ck
then hit me up and i’ll come make your guts sick
[outro]
b-tch!
that′s it!

- lil crumb tjking

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