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letra de 8pm in holyoke - gr34t white

[verse 1]
i roam with the vatos, the ones who know how to run sh-t like chapo
ones who ain’t scaredy gatos, deez nuts, honey you know i got those
why i caught hoes like a coat hanger after pregnancies plot those
fresher than the prince of belair, clothes know how to spell player
give any rookie h-ll there for the sh-t they even dare dwell to wear
king savage run like a mayor, smack any b-tch with an opposed glare
layer the poser’s pose to hit closer roads than the ones they dare cross
nerve repoed, so your cl-ssic posers reload on the d-low, spare cross
cause i pray loath’ers odes ease up till holsters explode these blows
rick’s takin’ shots, leavin’ these bloods clot, streets be all i got in this shop
besides hip-hop, started with blemishes like hopsin when he hopped in
crazy like what i got in, life p-sses by screamin’ “caution” we got cops
watchin’ so we cap them like a bottle and watch them waddle off in
to the sunset, sh-t happen way too often, look how i’ve gotten plots
cause i roam with killers more silent than a still birth choppin wilber
that wilber sh-t was just for a filler like my lead used to filter

[hook]
that’s how we do eight pm in holyoke, cut you down like a full leafed oak
if only folk were smart enough to roam fully cloaked in holyoke
that’s how we do eight pm in holyoke, cut you down like a full leafed oak
if only folk were smart enough to roam fully cloaked in holyoke
[verse 2]
schemin’ on a song that y’all would say is fire, p-ssion with desire
f-ck hoes, it’s wiser to stay a miser but not in terms with the sires
that run the game like someone’s wearin’ a wire ‘nother jack of fire
so i take it back and i’ve got a guiser of flow to drown you down below
come to our territory, we scalp a fellow, crackle, welcome to h-ll, yo
evidence says the hero turned revenant, that’s how ya sell shows
hard work and dedication like an off brand weezy, sh-t’s amazin’
blazin’ in my benz with my boy ben, my on hundred friend to the end
ain’t no fake that extend on this boy, he been that way since existence
met when a b-tch in a polo jumped me with a bolo, made his head tremolo
if ya see me walkin’ solo, i pray that you bozos know yolo
if you try to steal stuff, just know i’ll make you fill up on bananas like gorillas
me and my boys kill up, we go berzerk like atila with real stuff

[bridge]
dawgs be sniffin’ out on vacation, we clear a dime to stay faded
we not hatin’ in the station, it’s just that snitches need to get wasted
b-tch told cops bout the blazin’, got fire squad together and he faced it
we found him caged in greenfield, got a description and saw his face fit
run up and fire off rounds to loop the b-tch we found, took his sector out
and that’s the story of how the crew got a vector put underground

[outro]
and that’s how we do 8 p.m. in mothaf-ckin’ holyoke!

- gr34t white

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