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letra de critical thinking - lil poppa & jdot breezy

[intro]
(pbell)
(euphoric, this you?)

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
e for effort, either go hard or go home
i’m mad as h-ll right now and i’m off f-ckin’ x, gone
get game from elders, you respect ’em, you gon’ live long
but everything ain’t factual, so, n-gga, don’t get led wrong
let’s talk about it, i been geekin’ so much, i can’t sleep
we take catnaps, sleep for the dead, and, b-tch, i ain’t deceased
like what’s defeat? you got a purpose, either with us or you offer each
b-tch, it’s purposeful and purposely impersonal, you f-ck with me
they came for me oncе, it turned out bad, let’s bring them guns out
donе been a problem, up block pressure, make you bring them funds out
i run with k!llers who don’t stop hittin’ until it run out
he ’bout his issue, typin’ on twitter, we chalk your son out
i ain’t tryna talk with n-ggas, a-n-t-i
social what i am, my head low, but keep my eyes wide
ears always open, slippers count, i won’t be that guy
who fall victim to that pistol, n-gga, so i keep mine
straight out that north, but buried my heart on the eastside
we deploy the issue, my n-ggas gon’ let that heat fly
got one chance, p-ssy n-gga, ain’t no three times
think twice before you roll them dice ’cause it’s no rewind
[chorus: jdot breezy]
tell ’em bring it on then, i just mix the pain with meds
voices in my head, the talk is critical, i’m on edge
like f-ck it, i might tell my n-ggas get you, better not show your hand
for any n-gga try play on my mental, we gon’ blow his ass
stolies got too hot, so we in rentals, never show the tag
get up close on n-ggas, talkin’ so close like it’s shoulder tag
come through truckin’ sh-t with micro, hit opps with no shoulder pads
might call my n-gga st–ze, we caught your mans and then we stole his ass

[verse 2: lil poppa]
if he catch the biggest half of me, i’ma promote his ass
them boys done wasted so many racks on me, i already know they mad
whenever i’m in the city, i’m out east, come and spend your last
i can’t seem to get my mind off lee, he was livin’ fast
bro just copped the srt, so please don’t make him hit the gas
that’s a half glock, hit every block, b-tch come through shootin’ fast
come in first, ’cause if you two, you last
i’ma get you worst like i oughta do you bad
why he always rap about how he on percs? ’cause i can afford the habit
even though i’m on the third floor, i hear the door tappin’
paranoia, i can’t trust a soul, i think my bros at me
another opp b-tch in my dm, they send their hoes at me
them old n-ggas tryna act like they ain’t fans, but at my shows rappin’

[chorus: jdot breezy]
tell ’em bring it on then, i just mix the pain with meds
voices in my head, the talk is critical, i’m on edge
like f-ck it, i might tell my n-ggas get you, better not show your hand
for any n-gga try play on my mental, we gon’ blow his ass
stolies got too hot, so we in rentals, never show the tag
get up close on n-ggas, talkin’ so close like it’s shoulder tag
come through truckin’ sh-t with micro, hit opps with no shoulder pads
might call my n-gga st–ze, we caught your mans and then we stole his ass

- lil poppa jdot breezy

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