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letra de man of desperation - maino

[verse 1]
god listen to me, i’m having dreams that i’m falling
k!ller standing over me, i’m laying on the floor and
visions of my moms in a black dress mourning
i wake up in a cold sweat nearly every morning
lord bless me please, never let my tec-9 squeeze
i let off ’til they hear sirens
i learned never let a n-gga see you bleed
dudes that act like it’s love would love to see you need
i’m getting money now, i dare a n-gga run up on me
that’ll be the day they slap the cuffs back on me
that started me up, ain’t nothing sweet here
you’ll be the only dude in the hood with spinners on his wheelchair
you don’t want it, homie, i keep the .40 on me
i’m in the hood, come get me, i got 20 on me
brooklyn, i’m home, [?] back in the dome
i cut n-ggas in their ear for the phone

[hook]
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take

[verse 2]
no matter what i’m gon’ rock [?]
hear the thirst in my voice, see the hunger in my eyes
i live on the edge, it’s nothing, i’ll k!ll over bread
run up on him, hit him [?] in his head
the only thing on this earth that scares me, look
you get the drop on me first, don’t spare me, please
cause lately i’m feeling a lot like pac did
but frankly i’m ready to die like pac did
you ain’t gon learn ’til i send this whole cartridge
and separate every bone from your cartilage
father forgive me, i’m a lifetime sinner
and rap ain’t changed me, i’m still involved, n-gga
still aligned with k!llers, [?]
all my lifetime bidders, man, [?] stand in your gates
cause they ain’t ready for a guy like me
these other rappers talk hard but they ain’t quite like me

[hook]

[verse 3]
where i come from, n-ggas get smoked any everyday
and we don’t grow to see ourselves in the nba
we dive head first into this drug life
death and jail is part of a thug’s life
mommy told me please, baby, hold that [?] tight
don’t hesitate to squeeze first if it don’t look right
i ain’t no rap artist, i move crack, holmes
i’m in the range the same color as the black phone
these n-ggas talk but they ain’t got no backbones
sh-t, i catch grown men and get my smack on
i got brooklyn in a frenzy, just me
gun to your gun, your knife against me
heavenly father forgive me, please
wanna wash away all my sins indeed
all this dirt on my hands, i’m so guilty
but i gotta k!ll this n-gga before he k!lls me

[hook]

- maino

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