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letra de m p m d - malik yanis

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[verse 1]
i was banging on the cell door
screaming i don’t sell dope
remember scoping the town with my youngins down on melrose
in came 400 pounds got them funds in than all h-ll rose
don’t sell that boy all them pounds, he gon run an go tell 5.0

at 15 i don seen a million cash no cap
at 16 i don seen a millionaire get capped
the sh-t i seen would make these other rappers turn to rats
when i remember scenes i’m like f-ck it i hit the booth and rap

hey

17 should’ve been in school but i was in a cell going crazy
federal hold gettin hazy
forced to sit and be lazy
got no lawyer where’s jay z
they wanna see what i’d be sayin
me no english understand
if i had it on me i’d be spraying
so i turn around just to start praying

now i’m catching flights out to san fran
everybody acting like a fan d-mn
all them fake chains you a d-mn scam
claiming you the plug that’s a d-mn gram
hoping off the plane to a tan lamb
got it lookin like i play for that mo kan
cuz that trap house jumping like a slam cam

[bridge]
welcome to my life of sin
half my family in the pin
dirty money coming in
guess this what it takes to win
it might be too late to repent
but it ain’t too late to ascend
some things i know i could prevent
but f-ck it ima represent

[chorus]
murder, power, money, drugs
this the life of sin play it right it’ll put you above
murder, power, money, drugs
this the life of sin play it wrong and lose the ones you love
(x2)

[verse 2]
all of my lyrics be watched the feds
i tell em go aim for they heads
cuz i want a bentley truck
ride with the semi tucked
please do not test ya luck, please do not guess
i call them shooters they hop out with vests
i saw your shooters they lookin so stressed
i’ll call my recruiters send a few checks
i’ll have your own boys to aim at your necks, aye

tap in to the cameras in my street lights
look into my eyes you can’t see fright
take another sip just to sleep right
smoke another bag of the get right
move a wrong finger ima lose rights
told my momma it’s gonna be alright
every night thinking i could die tonight
i’m sorry mama but i gotta ride all night

b-tches on my line, something fishy i decline
i got hundreds on my mind, finger itchy on the 9
told my teacher i resign, hop in the beamer and recline

- malik yanis

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