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letra de some sins {necessary} - marco plus & the smokers club

[verse 1: marco plus]
ay, uh
a n—- been through so much sh-t i can’t even explain
to keep it a buck my n—-, i ain’t even the same
but now i’m up so i can’t even complain
weed to the grain, the reefer help a n—- with easing the pain
people is lame so i don’t come around as much, i like to stay to myself
that sucker sh-t mess with the state of my health
i dodged a f-cking [?] them p-ssy n—-s prolly hating my stuff
wrestling demons they ain’t taking my belt
i’m tryna cop the lamb truck and take my daughter for a spin
that’s my heart sh-t i’d slaughter for my twin, her, and all my f-cking kin
tryna cop my mom a house and get my broad a f-cking benz
but with this paper, you got to watch who you call your f-cking friеnds
most of these n—-s shady as sh-t, it don’t make any sеnse
say that they your gang but got the lamest intent
you better watch your back
keep one in the head so you ain’t ever got to c-ck it back
just in case an opp attack, n—- that’s when you pop ’em flat

[chorus: sedona]
i hold it all on myself
tryna better generational wealth of my kin
necessary, so much sin
necessary, so much sin
i give it all of my blood
get the bible on my eyes up above
i commit so much sin
necessary, so much sin
[verse 2: marco plus]
i’m holding money in a rubber band
and my gun up in my other hand
i come from a place some folk can’t motherf-cking understand
people think it’s sweet until a bullet hit your dome
or your partners telling your mama that they couldn’t get you home
sh-t ain’t never been a game
i grew around some gangsters they accepted me as gang
but i was never in a gang
b-tch i never been a lame
i just never steered that lane
cuz i was peddling to fame
so i ain’t ever been ashamed to be me
i was young when i was banging bg
now i play this all on you while i sw-ng the gt
i’m with your dame on peace street smoking and drinking peach tea
it’s like my angles vibranium n—-s can’t defeat me
n—-s ain’t believe me when i told ’em that i was going up
i showed ’em not no polls was tryna roll, you folks is pitiful
i could never kick it with you bro, you folks despicable
just keep it cordial before i grab the poll and go get rid of you

- marco plus the smokers club

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