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letra de same hoodie since '05 - maxo

aye, aye, what the f-ck yall n-ggas want from a n-gga
tounge hittin’ the swisher, rhymes paintin’ the pictures
cause i remember them days when i was nappy, nappin’ up on my momma’s bed i knew then i would be a star one day just like my momma said but
i’m just ready for the road ahead of me, i just pray for peace and pray my piece don’t speak too soon
cause i ain’t come up out, my mother’s womb to be locked in the tomb like jason and [?], n-gga
aye, but they just took my man so now i’m loading up two slugs n-gga, yeah. (two slugs, n-gga, yeah)
and i just hope i get home before the moon does. (ayo)

cause i’m a young black boy, victim of the city, raised wit’ its troubles, raised with the gritty, out there on the block, juggin’ selling work, (yeah) he don’t know his worth now he murked

aye look, i’m just a young black boy, victim of the city, raised wit’ its troubles, raised with the gritty, out there on the block, juggin’ selling work, (yeah) he don’t know his worth now he murked

now i don’t think yall heard me i need every dime, cover up my scars wit’ a check i do this everytime
i been broke for too long its gettin’ cold out, but they gone clown when i bring this coat out
i laugh a lot but it really ain’t no joke now, she say im living fast don’t like it when i go out
prolly why she just a b-tch i used to know now, its never love, just though she’d help me pave this road out
im telling you these h-lls gone get me ‘fore these heavens do, sick of all this residue from old friends i never knew
they only with you when them checks cyclin’, last time i checked you ain’t check up on me when i was bikin’
you my dawg, but when you call you always need something, you told me stay in school, when i said i see somethin’
but homie im gone let you slide we gone get rich together (im gone let you slide now), my n-gga what i have is yours until we split in feathers
why everytime that bread involved these b-tches love you, same hoes that wouldn’t f-ck wanna go lay up too. like b-tch just the other day you ain’t had time for me, now here and there i catch you mumblin’ off my rhymes to me
and since you bad, its sad to say that ima’ stick around, but know yo’ time gone come like them hoes i’m sticking’ out

ayo, cause i’m a young black boy, victim of the city, raised wit’ its troubles, raised with the gritty, out there on the block, juggin’ selling work, (yeah) he don’t know his worth now he murked

ayo, i’m just a young black boy, victim of the city, raised wit’ its troubles, raised with the gritty, out there on the block, juggin’ selling work, (yeah) he don’t know his worth now he murked, yeah
(ayo)

- maxo

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