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letra de homicide - marqus clae

[verse 1]
mama sold rocks, pap wasn’t home
i stepped up early to claim my thrown
arranged my rooms, got off my -ss
and i touch that torch from the flame was own
bank motherf-cka
how can fix your lips and say that i ain’t the same motherf-cka
i came from the gutter
don’t ever think the storm is over
cause it’d rain in your puddle
i’m making a devil
you’re never safe in the struggle
you n-gg-s can’t relate to the stuggle
r.i.p. the [?] soldiers
i pray to god that you crossing over
i’m the oldest, gotta set examples
knocking pictures from off the mantle
[?]
writing raps that need naked things that grandma’s kitchen
i am the living proof of miracles, it’s spiritual
imma show yall what a real one do
imma [?] until you feel me
but i boat yall call it [?]
one more dose for i’m claiming more
f-ck yall n-gg- i was made to soar
fly in the air with a plane or more

[verse 2]
i write with a knife in my pen
i punction leave them deceased
it’s fill my n-gg-s in the streets
who k!lling the family just to eat
n-gg- be looking puzzled tryna figured out what the f-ck made me bubble
they wanted my style but i gave em nothing
that’s where they go wrong when they make -ssumptions
i keep stomping f-ck the nonesense
i remember when my stomach rumbled
tryna flip scratch and tryna comfort
my inner thoughts hurts
my mind be tumbling
i was the only youngin’ on the block
honestly the only one to get a shot
so i took they motherf-cking pop
walked my steps and turn all my lock lock
dot the eyes they look surprise
i shook these guys, i took the prize
i want it all i’m in it for mine
re-kennel the flame, it’s lit every time
how bout a dollar? you don’t get a dime
were feeling the signs
remember each line
imma hit these n-gg- hard every time
i’m the truth these n-gg-s you disguise

[chorus]
the pain made me hustle
i’m just thankful for the day the lord let me see another
hold you head up
i just seen a lot of youngin’s die
first 48 homicide
wipe them tears from they mama eyes
you can’t take it with you when you die
the pain made me hustle
i’m just thankful for the day the lord let me see another
hold you head up
i just seen a lot of youngin’s die
first 48 homicide
wipe them tears from they mama eyes
you can’t take it with you when you die
the pain made me hustle
i’m just thankful for the day the lord let me see another
hold you head up
i just seen a lot of youngin’s die
first 48 homicide
wipe them tears from they mama eyes
you can’t take it with you when you die
the pain made me hustle
i’m just thankful for the day the lord let me see another
hold you head up
i just seen a lot of youngin’s die
first 48 homicide
wipe them tears from they mama eyes
you can’t take it with you when you die

- marqus clae

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