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letra de remember - little torment & djtr beats

[verse]
if the jakes kick the door, i don’t know what it’s for
been chopping raw with dreams to bring my whole block on tour
the block is warm, the opps and cops know we’re going to score
i’ma lock this four, rise some sheets then go and cop some more
that dirty hard to find but on my side, there’s tops galore
you’re just a d-ckhead with a knife
don’t think you’re nice, might rock your jaw
tbh, i ain’t tryna do too much, that usually costs me more
no cap, if the merch go out by nine, i just close up the store
and n-ggas say they’re for the team but they don’t look so sure
i’m thinking of the l’s, just wondering what i took them for
just wondering why i trustеd, l-sted
silly sh-t that got me busted
twеaking on the net, they’re bored
type of sh-t i just ignore
and if you say you got beef, how come you never ride?
you wanna see the pagans dead, how come you never tried?
these d-ckhead yutes just want attention like these hoes online
my little bros got bad intentions when they go outside
and i know these clowns would never try but i know they thought it
in these streets, can’t trust a soul so i’m socially awkward
it’s f-ck n-ggas that i first stepped out onto the porch with
there ain’t a soul on this earth i’m scared of going to war with
and all the real ones in the f-cking country play my joints
the ralli tryna find my joints, i gotta stay on point
it’s been one week and i just ordered in a fourth corner
and as for rap, this is a buzzer shot at the fourth quarter
little bro just let it rip, i take him to the sauna
bro passed away, i get a pic and take it to the jeweller
i’m like omar from the wire ’cause i stick them all up
ask about me, sh-t get fiery when my hittas tall up
and lately i ain’t got no time for sh-t that ain’t important
you ain’t gotta put the little no more, just call me torment
i got big energy and a f-cking big head
so if they don’t let my team in, yeah, what giggs said
i spent all these years in the trenches, still ain’t rich yet
conquered all my fears, no more tears, just weed and cigarettes
bro i’m twenty-seven, seen a lot but still ain’t lived yet
straight to jail or h-ll anytime i make a misstep
go see your boy out there, massacre freestyle gypsy
all my tabs get cleared, owe a few favours, never end it
the b-tch know i f-cked her friends but she hope i didn’t
other than my son and this beef, i ain’t got no commitments

- little torment djtr beats

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