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letra de trap or die - mgm lett

[intro]
(vicasso on another one)
(sephgotthewaves)

[pre-chorus: mgm lett]
athletic n-gga in them streets, now he done missed the league
he stickin’ n-ggas up to the wall like he playin’ blitz: the league
if money grew on trees in fall, i wouldn’t miss a leaf
i’m focused on bein’ focused, stayin’ consistently

[chorus: mgm lett]
trap or die, n-gga, all i know, i feel like jeezy
i survived, n-gga, out that jungle, it wasn’t easy
if he try, it’s gon’ be a murder, peezy
rockabye, baby, say them drugs got her sleepy
n-gga tried to spin my block, came to a dead end
if i wanted that boy dead, when i seen him, he would’ve been dead then
feel like uzi, been countin’ dead friends
i’m just pourin’ out this drank for my dead friends, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: mgm lett]
made my own wave, n-gga, like a brush
a n-gga play, we gon’ get his ass touched
’cause it’s mandatory rules up in the hood
a n-gga hit you, hit him back, and that’s a must, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: xae hardawae]
i’ve been runnin’ from satan for some months now
they say, “xae, how you come up with all these punchlines?”
i been beatin’ up this lean, all i do is punch lines
i been walkin’ through the rain, waitin’ on sunshine, yeah
poppin’ these addys, tryna stay up
we gon’ get at it, tryna play us
just want your mouth, don’t wanna lay up
me and this money never break up
mmm, like woo, i’m just plottin’ on a l!ck
bro, you better not move, ’cause we gon’ split a n-gga’s sh-t
thousand-dollar shoes, remember i ain’t have sh-t
we never went by the rules, we was just tryna get rich, yeah

[verse 3: mazzeratti duke]
i’m screamin’ murder, i’m screamin’ red rum
we gon’ pull up on your block and we gon’ lay it down
they sent my n-ggas up the road, so i been takin’ fours down
more money than your daddy at fourteen, guess i’m a grown child
it’s blood on his shirt and he lost his life, but this ain’t red dead
my n-ggas pull up on your block and shoot, they don’t need no assist
pull up with them sticks like call of duty, you ain’t even know exist
have a n-gga spazzin’ out like he took a roofy, he ain’t even know what hit him
[verse 4: mgm lett]
red bag, car drivin’ too fast, i guess god tellin’ me to slow down
i ain’t seen that n-gga yet, but when i see him, it’s gon’ go down
i get high as f-ck and then i dip, still call me low-down
when she get mad, buy her a bag or somethin’
when n-ggas be sayin’ they trappin’, i’m thinkin’ they talkin’ ’bout bags or somethin’
these n-ggas ain’t got no weight for real, must be servin’ grams or somethin’
i told that lil’ ho lock her phone, she might add me on the ‘gram or somethin’
i made that ho get out my home, she must thought she was stayin’ or somethin’

[pre-chorus: mgm lett]
athletic n-gga in them streets, now he done missed the league (vicasso on another one)
he stickin’ n-ggas up to the wall like he playin’ blitz: the league
if money grew on trees in fall, i wouldn’t miss a leaf
i’m focused on bein’ focused, stayin’ consistently

- mgm lett

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