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letra de betrayal - matty boy

betrayal is the trait i most often encounter
loyalty ain’t cheap you gotta hit em with a counter
we can share the stage eat up off my plate
buy us both drakes we can do it all for faim
shorten every bag for a gram just to do it
secrets never told runnin cold up in that buick
we can split the take i get the base you take the purist
and burners ain’t for talkin just to tell em where to meet us
generous with the sentence didn’t find us for the millions
asked me how i felt i told him f-ck you and your minions
would’ve took the hit for my dog if he’d let me
would’ve popped them pills for my pops if he’d a let me
think i’m schizophrenic is a comfort so i’m staying
k!ller on the streets he a punk when hes in prison
drugs make me weak but i love what i’m feeling
chick ain’t from the streets but she bad and she love felons
new stick a fully type of sh-t that we done been on
streets full of drugs you get kilt off they get spit on
want my dogs freed less they pc’d up in prison
i was transporting that yay and told my po i was fishing
white boy sh-t, went in there with camo
po’s from the country so i had to learn the grammar
i really loved the streets so i studied the police
wanted to know my enemies like my enemies knew me
casualty of war the war on drugs is for the poor
every vacation out in florida near the shores
raised on dope money bailed with dope money bought my first key and doubled up my for money
i ain’t wear cologne but she liking how i smell
said she don’t like a dealer but she loving what i sell
streets gave be flowers we ain’t talking ones that smell
first whale in my county i ain’t talking about a swell
homie gave me dap said my time is finally near
went to church to pray cause i can feel my parents
momma we done made it tell my pops i’m going in
they ain’t never seen no white boy like me outside of the pen
i really had that white, b-tch i really had that meth
you ain’t coming from my county if you don’t know about my set
them co co boys ain’t playing reputation stays in tact
big homie green lighted get that co co on my back
white gang before me wouldn’t heard about in these streets
b-tch i made faim terrorized and got respected up in the streets
hate on me but challenge me don’t do that in these streets
who the last person you heard about that did that in these streets
free all the homies it ain’t right when you ain’t here
not guilty verdict only thing we wanna hear
tried to use dope in prison i couldn’t use the gear
it’s a blessing cause i love that dope it would’ve k!lled be there

- matty boy

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