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letra de real pain - lil donald

[verse]
i saw a lot of sh-t in the air force
signed some bad contracts, made some bad choices
put myself on child support to see my daughter
know that child support the reason i don’t see my daughter
’cause if i don’t get the money then it’s jail time
who the f-ck i’ma call when it’s bail time?
plug give me them bags, i’ma sell mine
and bust that strap, taco bell time
’cause the beef ain’t sh-t to a meat eater
these hoes might ride but they backseaters
they said we was living in the western world
why i’m only gettin’ hated on by black people
god d-mn, they’re supposed to be my folk
why they h-ll they be kickin’ in my door?
why the h-ll they wanna come and take my dough?
you said you was real, what you lie for?
boy that pistol to your head make you change plans
kid made me change up the gameplan
probably would’ve shot you five years ago
now i be feelin’ like a changed man
these n-gg-s wanna write on the internet
that textin’, that talkin’, i ain’t into that
when i see all that sh-t you talk
what if one had hit you, just remember that
but some of these n-gg-s ain’t worth shots
sh-t get talked out ‘fore the word out
before i ever dap another f-ck n-gg- hatin’
i’ll go ‘head start flickin’ birds out
these n-gg-s got the mistake ’bout this
you was shootin’ the chopper everywhere and you hit ’em by mistake probably
but i ain’t gon’ debate ’bout it
i was h-ttin’ four for the kids
you gon’ make me hit the folks for real
you gon’ make me go at n-gg-‘s grill
’cause you ain’t never trapped for a mil
tell the n-gg- death don’t scare me
i ain’t like these n-gg-s, don’t compare me
if you gon’ k!ll me then do it n-gg-
don’t be tryna let n-body tell me
i remember when the juice record first hit
all the dj’s was playin’ my sh-t
all the bad b-tches was on my d-ck
when sh-t got rough then everybody switched
when my money got funny, now my baby mama mad
had to go start back juggin’ on bags
had to go start back runnin’ up a bag
just to get back to where i’m at
grandma died, nephew died, got to pour a four to go to sleep
while i’m droppin’ hit after hit but they don’t notice me
pop them percs, pop them percs, pop them percs, don’t od
every time they see me out i already know they notice me

[outro]
it’s a whole different ball game
back on that bullsh-t
young nudy boy
hit, hit, hit, hit

- lil donald

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