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letra de free5 (green light pt 2) - m row

[intro]
it’s cuz i’m a better man than you rick
cuz i can be here, i’ll fight for her (like)
but you come back here and you just destroy me (m row)
(jelly on that)
got a weak boy ([?] on the beat though brrt)
we ain’t got the first clue on how to fix it
lace your gun- (boo, like)
d-mn, d-mn
like

[verse 1]
i had to tp from the drillin
i’m keeping it p cuz the cops really watching my vids
they said i’m promotin the k!llin
i just let it be known that the opps really flocking at kids
y’all can’t wait to see who, oh that’s mikey row, i really be flocking to live
kapp 9ine, don’t cap in your tracks, you never got back since the day you got beat up on vid
get out of the booth and go pick up a gun, like b-tch, i already did
jay hound, next time that you speak on my name, make sure that that track that you making ain’t mid
jay 5ive said he know where i live
like why you ain’t blast?
you know how i get, maneuver, black for the fit
a-a-after i’m done, imma switch
relly gunz got hopped, kicking his legs in the air
on the floor trynna yell like a b-tch
stop saying my name in y’all tracks, you never got back
you just went to the stu to go diss
what it’s gon take for you to start crashin?
why the f-ck is you outside lackin?
target practice, and you not active
pick up your gun and go start clappin
like up it aim it blast it
spin by myself, no distractions
movie action, not doing no cappin
spin thru hop out, i ain’t doin no passin
came thru 5 times in a week, its a habit
light on my gun, i call it a gadget
like we the ones causing a madness
hospitals funerals, sadness
fare well, he in a casket
free throw, caught us a basket
this for my fans who don’t wanna hear sad sh-t
like lemme turn on my savage (worda bro)
f-ck allat talkin, i dont care for no threats
— got shot in his jects
bullet went thru his back to his chest
he was breathin for air he was tryin his best
why the f-ck is y’all tappin your necks?
like — got shot in his head
mad n-ggas died its not making no sense
y’all never got back and thats worda my dead
not countin no scenes, n-gga saw me in traffic
fl!ck and they was shooting from deep
glocks shots, they automatic
cl!ck it watch how the bullets repeat
send shots thru my sweater, he ain’t know that i had it
made it back, mission complete
empty the clip, bullets at it
now on my side, right back on the street

- m row

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