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letra de i ain’t been the same since - lush one

i fear my karma cuz i robbed too many kids
hit so many l!cks you would think i’m a lesbian
plot on when you leave yo crib and how i’m gettin in
flockin all the birds we observe then we dip
the henny hit different when the opps k!llt ya friend
popped that excellent like bill n ted i’m
still depressed
i take it more but feel it less
detox doesn’t ever work when the pills are pressed
i think these bars cut with fentynol
12 know i’m the x-man, they stalk me like the sentinels
the block is hotter then new mexico
i’m the pheonix in the ash tray that never rose
the rose that died deep in the concrete
the graffiti on the side of the palm tree
that warn ya -ss not to walk down the wrong street
before ya knocked off like chanel at the swap meet
hit a stain then they air u out like laundry
i need to eat more then i want peace
force feedin vegans beef til they zombies
even overseas they know i slang like c-ckney
my foe five would jam on the fifth shot
but the first 4 it’s poppin like lip gloss
got birds in every hood b-tch i’m wing stop
my trap blowin up like a thots inbox

plays bout to drop
pack the gat a lot
not from houston by i rap-a-lot
f-ck a fair one i get mine the fast way
ski mask way.. (biggie scratches)

long life, prolly somethin that i won’t have
wasn’t trippin what it was i would smoke that
cold facts, i was throwed fast kofax
sold mad work but also used my own stash
ain’t committed murder yet but got too close for comfort
prayed the opps lived but really i can only wonder
no sob story teardrops are only tattoos
your vibe and p-ssion needa
match like track suits
almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades
used to plan my day based on slangin grams & eiths
didn’t care i got expelled in the game i’ll graduate
i was on blast early like a matiné
gr-ss to yay pills to h started havin weight
my status may rose up but i was in my saddest state
didn’t wanna rob my friend so my crimey slapped my face
put that sh-t on camera and demanded that i pay
homie i protected still hate me & is mad today
she just like a candidate always havin mad debates
i ain’t been the same since
thought that i was j.prince
i’m an la kid
dodgin cases

plays bout to drop
pack the gat a lot
not from houston by i rap-a-lot
f-ck a fair one i get mine the fast way
ski mask way.. (biggie scratches)

had a mac but this ain’t somethin i could make up
been shot at been stabbed been had my mouth taped up
i done loss consciousness gettin choked out
no doubt i deserved it but i didn’t go out
it was ludacris the way i chose to roll out
stuck to the play when i ran the whole route
walked into a set up just to see what folk bout
move from my heart i don’t hold out for no clout
and i take accountability
somethin that i learned young locked in them facilities
even hoes obsessed with me stopped really fellin me
played like a fool still cooler then a chilly breeze
took years to bounce back but i made it
& by now the opps either hate it or been cremated

- lush one

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