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letra de cyber truck - meek mill

[intro]
rest in peace to all my lil’ n-ggas in the trenches
all my ogs too (grrt)
ooh

[verse 1]
i say dead zone, back in sp, n-gga in the red zone
he don’t even know what happened, he heard that, “fft,” and caught a headstone
catch me out in philly, i’m somewhere bippin’ with a redbone
i be buyin’ her chrome and that sh-t crazy, she don’t even wear chrome
outside to the max, i’m goin’ front line in the ‘bach
’cause it’s the virgil one
and you ain’t gotta hide you doin’
because we’ll serve you some
if you want some stripes, you lace your yeezys up and earn you some
mobbin’ all my life, no, i ain’t seen it, it’s a murder one
play and it’s gon’ turn to some
i dropped outta school and got my tool ’cause i wasn’t learnin’ nothin’
i’ma go with my move, try to take my food, n-gga, we burnin’ some’
and they actin’ like they won’t switch on me, or turn or some’
trust no one

[verse 2]
i pray with my glock before i sin (that’s all us, through the violence and the shadows)
bike gon’ scr-pe the block every time i bend (raw)
yeah, i cannot miss with this new fn
yeah, i’m so rich my opp actin’ like friends
f-ck them n-ggas
they was doing cyber attacks, so i bought a cybertruck
smokin’ on the loudest pack, this sh-t sound like the volume up
multiply them millions, ain’t no conquer and dividin’ us
n-gga, get out your feelings and let’s hustle, ain’t no “i” in “us”
“i” in team, i seen n-ggas die ’cause they was tryin’ things
he wasn’t on this side, we’ll take his glock, leave him on the crime scene
you can look in my eyes and see the pain like i need visine
you can look at my watch and see the clarity, that sh-t on high beams (sh-t)
[verse 3]
n-ggas be talkin’ like they like that, they ain’t really like that (they not)
say i can’t come to the hood, you know i’m swingin’ right back (we gots)
glock ten hittin’ like gervonta when he swing his right back (he rock)
ridin’ tank and they can’t stop me, they don’t really like that (yeah)
skinny n-gga, but l’m heavy as it get
elevator in my houses, really levels to this sh-t
every time he shoot his shot, say he don’t never really miss
say he like curry with the pot, this time, i’m cheffin’ up your b-tch
thousand percent with this sh-t, you know i’m backin’ up my man
i showed n-ggas how to ball, put them racks up on the ‘gram
how to park your foreign by the jet (i did)
walk off laughing when we land ’cause we’ll sacrifice your dog
like a sacrificial lamb (brr)
i don’t know how to make no tiktok, but look at my wristw-tch
i’m from philly, n-ggas will k!ll your ass about some hip-hop (brrt)
on a yacht, a bunch of spanish hoes, tryna make them lip-lock
hermès rolls-royce match ya hermès flip-flops, this guy
on a run they never seen before
how he stay that hot? that n-gga rap like he ain’t eat before
she had took a shot, so we had kicked it like some diadora’s
i’ll take it what i see it for, these rap n-ggas like cb4

[outro]
for real
yeah
grimy, thirsty, starving and hungry
yeah

- meek mill

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