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letra de minute men - maccyp

[verse 1]
sippin’ on some minute maid with my minute men
in a given moment we’re reloaded by the ten
you know it
f-ck the grass we mowed it
brought the brass you chokin’
stuff the cash and blow it
got a token so control it
who’s motive were you flowin’ with
they goin stiff and smokin’ filth
but all that sh-t will make em wilt
so f-ck a tic the clock will hit
like liquor kick with cobra spit
i’m f-ckin’ split but takin’ sh-t
a sicker b-tch got bigger sins
but i’m still losin’ my religion
my passion, my vision
for the masses
i’m conditioned to submission
by a tyrant position
still gotta nicotine addiction
lotta’ different prescriptions
don’t need no f-ckin’ description
of how your ass is still livin’
but imma stay on my mission
couldn’t give a d-mn if you listen
take another shot but they missin’
gettin’ so hot must be trippin’
can’t even talk so i’m dippin’
keep on wishin’
[interlude]
i got plenty of reasons
for pleading for the release
of my people
maybe i’m lethal
i got boulders on my shoulders
i burn my bridges and watch em smolder
as i get older i realize just how much life
gets colder and colder
so i can’t stay sober
i got hurdles to get over
gotta postpone my time to go
i’m on a roll with the way that i show
my lonesome road
from my head to my feet
and my piece full of lead
am i dead or at peace
should i just repeat what i said, b-tch

[verse 2]
if home is where the heart is
i guess i’m homeless regardless
i told this i’ve started
drinkin’ when i can’t think right
my mind is blinded
only thing in my sight
is dolla’ signs suicide
when we ride do or die
an eye for an eye
is how i settle fights
if i’m lying i’m dying
i strive to be a giant
if i’m applying myself
then you know i like it
if i acquire the wealth
then you’ll see me flying
talk my sh-t but i back it up
stock my clique with the baddest thugs
you on my d-ck but you actin sus
they think they fam but you ain’t my cuz
d-mn, better act right
got your brain in my sight
and my name in your mouth
don’t doubt the strain that i light
or pout about the way i write
it’s about the time and the place
and the face that you make
still it doesn’t feel the same when it’s all that you take
there’s beauty in the rain and pain in my place
life is just a race we all die anyway so
imma make the best out of it
i make or break all these people acting the same
but you know i gotta get with the fame
gotta get with my name
m-a-c-c-y and p b-tch that’s me
i don’t do this sh-t for free
b-a-s-t-a-r-d that’s all you are to me
that’s all you’ll ever be
you know that you speakin’ with a g when you speakin’ to me
and i, bring everything to the table
b-tch i’m independent i don’t need a f-ckin’ record label

- maccyp

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