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letra de 22 summers - maine corleone

it’s just is what it is man! i just tell it how it is man!
(know that)
everything was everything when we was up on the score
but when that pressure came n—as just couldn’t play their role
my blood left me for dead in the hood without a burner
had me walking through the rain pistols clapping like its thunder
i got hit up in my stomach kept it silent like the g in lasanga
who ain’t respected in their hood? say my name it get quiet
i got shot with it on me! ima die with it on me! i just pray to god that i don’t get kilt by my homie (oh lord)
label me a public enemy i feel like flavor flav
know some sh-t that i can’t speak on bring it straight to the grave
hold my tongue they say i’m p–sy speak my mind they say i’m f—ed up
you can think what you want but playing with me will get you f—ed up
it’s money on my mind mentally and in the streets
n—as scared to go head up cause they know my resume
it’s been f—ing with me lately that my dawg ain’t meet his k!ller yet (long live bug)
his son lost a father so you know you got to feel that gat
my other dawg lost his son i told him we can share mine
we locked in for life boy i got your back like your spine
before i buy a b–ch a ring i’d rather buy my moms a crib
before i lay up with a b–ch i’d rather spend time with my kids
praise myan like a queen n—a that’s my only sister
she can get whatever she wants without no hesitation
looked my grandpa in his eyes told me that i let him down
i promise when it’s all said & done i’m going to make him proud
back against the wall with that glizzy in my palms
caught a couple of felonies them b—hes thought i was done
i posted bond hit the second line just me and my gun
i feel like only god can judge me i ain’t tripping off nothing
my lawyer tried to sell me out for probation
i told him n—a lace up your cleats because i ain’t taking it
agg assault with a firearm that’s a felony for the rest of my life they’ll be trying to get rid of me
because they know that the gangsta sh-t i’m all about it
it’s my right to remain silent send me to my cell i don’t want to talk that ain’t going to help my
know that the gangsta sh-t i’m all about it
it’s my right to remain silent send me to my cell i don’t want to talk that ain’t going to help my problems!
stuck up in my ways i admit i got some habits
came up off an onion boy i feel like gordon ramsey
young n—a corner on lock jalen ramsey
i tried to leave the streets it pulled me back like a magnet
it is what it is trying to tell you my life real
same spot my daddy died i went to jail with the sig
on the night my grandma died i watched her take her last breath
same night my potna died i was sliding with that tec
made mistakes up in my past
only thing that i regret is putting my trust up in them n—as when i knew they wasn’t right
moms seen it from the start i just thought that she was tripping
screaming death before dishonor but your actions showed different
always trust your intuition you ain’t feel it for nothing
and if you got to second guess them n—a get them from around you
you don’t get to live twice so i keep one in the head
i pray the lord keep me safe from the ones that i love (and that’s facts)
i got some blood that ain’t fam
i got some fam that ain’t blood
i just tell it how it is (and that’s facts)
i got some blood that ain’t fam
i got some fam that ain’t blood
it just it is what it is (and that’s facts)
(laughter)

- maine corleone

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