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letra de darkness before dawn - marc erixson

[verse 1]
r.i.p. virgil, r.i.p. dolph
my people still dying, sh-t got me lost
double my woods, probably gotta slow down
but when the times get tougher then the kush get louder
still get goosebumps when i hear the crowd
do this sh-t for 10 years it only gets more wild
gotta find balance, won’t sell my soul
gotta leave a mark like my name before i go
gotta make millions for me and my bros
no i never fold, stay 15 toes
play your part if you wanna be a boss
i paid my costs and i had my losses
r.i.p. sumo, god bless your son
free my n-ggas, we gon get your bond
most of my n-ggas out running these streets told me “f-ck that sh-t young n-gga keep going”
dive head first because this sh-t gets deep
my dog got k!lled he ain’t make 23
drop to my knees and i said “lord please
don’t let me fall victim to the streets”
[hook]
touching down in the east and i’m bangin that west
i cannot sleep so i don’t get no rest
i’m dead inside so i ain’t scared of death
if i die young then my angel gon flex
catching a plane i ain’t catching no feelings, i just booked a flight then i hopped on a jet
can’t say i ain’t real, had to get through the darkness to get to the dawn now they pay me respect (2x)

[post hook]
used to be hoeless now i can switch my b-tch like every other weekend now
blowing on dro in the back of the wraith now i’m seeing stars and i’m seeing clouds
see me now, looking like future in a h-llcat posted with demons now
run it up the side lil n-gga, touchdown 6 figures i’m spending in nieman’s now

[verse 2]
turn my name to my life yeah i grew in that
that v12 hit the street i maneuver fast
used to pull up at ruth chris with stupid racks
momma told me “boy why is you doing that?”
told you n-ggas it’s up and it’s stuck
i’ll have wicc get you slapped with your stupid ass
groupie girl give me love in the club
and she go home with me with her choosy ass
and i beat up the box
wasn’t sh-t selling i ain’t care, i kept my feet on the block
fresh to death b-tch me and my dawgs
she on my d-ck yeah she need it a lot
give a f-ck bout a deal, real n-gga gon recognize real and salute when we in the spot
back the f-ck back, i don’t think you want smoke
cuz none of my n-ggas need a reason to pop
n-gga keep talking i’ll load up my clip with hollows, that boy he a sh-ll of himself
fresh to death i’m smelling myself
fred double v i bet on myself
told my lil shawty she the baddest in the city no cap i put that pep in her step
been through h-ll, i was dead on the shelf
so praying on my downfall never gon help
[hook]
touching down in the east and i’m bangin that west
i cannot sleep so i don’t get no rest
i’m dead inside so i ain’t scared of death
if i die young then my angel gon flex
catching a plane i ain’t catching no feelings, i just booked a flight then i hopped on a jet
can’t say i ain’t real, had to get through the darkness to get to the dawn now they pay me respect (2x)

- marc erixson

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