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letra de ghetto tears - lil tkayy

[intro]
oh this the real s— right here
(dmac on the f—— track)
know what i’m saying
it go like this

[chorus]
mix my feelings with these drugs to keep my pain away
i miss my dogs i be thinking bout y’all everyday
and its really crazy i came from states to states
im really different from the others so they have to hate
mix my feelings with these drugs to keep my pain away
i miss my dogs i be thinking bout y’all everyday
and its really crazy i came from states to states
im really different from the others so they have to hate

[verse 1]
they can’t talk on me, cuz they don’t know the struggle
i mix my pain with the cough syrup to keep me humble
i ain’t never had a say i watch the cookie crumble
and the only time they listen is when i had a muzzle
they dont know about the pain
they dont know about the life
came a long way from section 8
yeah boy i’m talking trife
i know some n—– who is shooters
if they catch him its on sight
i done things up in the past but i ain’t never shed no light
all the things that i did wrong i’m asking god to make it right
when i was stuck up in that bando yeah i prayed out through the night
i remember writing songs
i remember riding bikes
who would of thought these drugs and trap would ever change my life
and shout to my momma you be always on my mind
i try to stay focus keep my mind up on the grind
made a promise to all my n—– that we all gone be fine
like liil tjay i ain’t seen him in a long long long time
[bridge]
when we pull up make that choppa sing oooooo – woah
(yeah yeah)
ooooo ooooo – woahh
(yeah yeah)
ooooo ooooo – woahhh
(yeah yeah ooowoah)

[verse 2]
thats the aftermath when yo n—- is in a casket
nowadays we shooting but we ain’t aiming for a basket
you don’t know about that life i got into this s— is tragic
its crazy how s— change just like magic
tryna be the one like headie
countin all this fetty
i remember me and my young n—- was posted up at the getty
i remember me and my young n—– was strapped up with them heavys
17’s and 26’s that will chop a n—- in his belly
they responsible for them homicides cuz them real n—– they deadly
don’t come around with that fake s— cuz my n—– ain’t friendly
can’t be around them fake n—– cuz them fake n—– just envy
they call me lil blocka i just rode this melody

- lil tkayy

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