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letra de without - lotto savage

[intro]
see when you real it’s gon’ always show
and when you fake and try to be real
you get exposed
know what i’m sayin’?
sosa 808 got this b-tch knockin’
don slaughter sh-t, n-gg-

[verse 1]
where i come from, i swear n-gg-s barely make it out
these demons on me heavy, i pray to god one day i make it out
only the strong survive but n-gg-s rather waste they time hatin’
push it to the limit every time, i can’t sit ’round waitin’
my brother tony down the road facetiming me on imo
got the game from my mama, she taught me everything that i know
grandma told me, “baby, have patience”
on prescription drugs, but not a patient
i’m the real mccoy, he fakin’
in a demon, can’t get caught by satan
doin’ two hundred on the e-way, gettin’ it
f-ck up the check, then grab the pot and get in it
n-gg-s be lyin’, cappin’, i’ma give you the real
we used to be broke, now we dream ’bout a mil’
gotta stay down, don’t let ’em knock you off your pivot
wake up changed and say, “let’s get it,” yeah
i proved ’em wrong when they said i couldn’t do it
i swear i’m on fire like some lighter and fluid

[chorus]
i did it, they said that i couldn’t
let’s take ’em back the streets
depended on me and they couldn’t
i spit the real on the beat
i spent 4k on my teeth
real ice, smash you off your feet
she gave me the neck with no collar
you can’t say the don without slaughter
i did it, they said that i couldn’t
let’s take ’em back the streets
depended on me and they couldn’t
i spit the real on the beat
i spent 4k on my teeth
real ice, smash you off your feet
she gave me the neck with no collar
you can’t say the don without slaughter

[interlude]
let this motherf-ckin’ beat breathe
yeah, don slaughter

[verse 2]
so you on now? you ain’t the only one havin’ paper
sundown to sunup, n-gg-
in the trap ’cause i’m tryna get this paper
i done seen a lot of n-gg-s fall
free lil t, he locked behind the wall
i’m the coach, i never drop the ball
n-gg- prayin’, hopin’ that you fall
hit him with the stick, i bet he holler
i just stack the paper, get the gwala
i was in apartments late nights
strapped up, b-tch, i keep this with the shotta
shout out uncle luke, boy, he raised me
can’t forgive you for that sh-t, boy, you played me
i been gettin’ to the money on the daily
ain’t nowhere i can’t go, and that’s on my baby
don’t say the don without usin’ the slaughter
i’d rather f-ck hood b-tches, don’t want no model
my bases loaded, i’m the one up to bat
i was born in the a, put that sh-t on my back
if you placed a bet on me to lose, then you lost
don’t never beat the dope ’bout the triple cross
when they doubted me, i told myself i’ma make it
take ’em back to the block, take ’em back to the basics

- lotto savage

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