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letra de god - lil neal

[intro]
you know i speak my mind
i speak what comes to me you hear me
it’s like i let the beat talk to me
feel me
e home welcome home e
black home welcome home black
oh yea cheese on the way home too
free trig free luva free bucket free de rest in peace mitch

[verse 1]
i’m at the front door with a shottie
b-tch i’m trynna catch a body
how the f-ck is you a k!ller when you’ve never k!lled n0body
in my city i’m the man you just the man on instagram
i see you flexin’ on the gram showin’ off them instabands
i’m in the traphouse cookin’ up whip that sh-t until it lock
b-tch i started from the bottom and i made it to the top
i forgot to mention i was the only teen on my block
and i forgot to mention i was thirteen sellin’ rocks
life is full of surprises so you better watch out
if i ever go broke then my glock comin’ out
but if you ever go broke your mom’s lookin’ out
until i run in her house and put this glock to her mouth
leave her dead on the couch
you should have took a different route
but anyways i’m still on the eastside
ya’ll know how we ride
30’s and the glocks when we slide
it really f-cked me up when mitch died
that’s the first time tears came to my eyes

[bridge]
man ya’ll know man n-ggas know w-ssup with me man
n-ggas know w-ssup with us man
n-ggas already know how we rockin’
speaking facts man f-ck you talkin’ bout
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[verse 2]
my father said i’m a hot n-gga
i said stop n-gga
cause you don’t know how it feels to get shot n-gga
you should have never left me outchere in these streets
now every day i’m spinnin’ blocks lookin’ for beef
i remember nights i couldn’t even sleep
i took my muvas car and took my brother’s heat
i remember nights i couldn’t even eat
i took my muvas car and took my brother’s heat
lil street n-gga everybody know me
i just turned seventeen but on my block i’ve been an og
free my n-gga kobe f-ck the mothaf-ckin’ feds
all a n-gga ever wanted was some motherf-ckin’ bred
you n-ggas ain’t real don’t let that bag get to ya head
if a n-gga run up on me he gon’ end up dead
we on the block strapped up
what’s up
pull up pull up
it’s only 2 in the morning we out this b-tch turnin’ up

- lil neal

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