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letra de call j. cole - mir fontane

[intro]
somebody get cole on the line, man
tell him come sign a n-gga or somethin’
for real though
yeah, aye, aye

[verse 1]
i’m the face of my city, i can’t help it that i’m litty
first they love me then they hate me, man, take that sh-t back to philly
i’m ridin’ with my n-ggas, sure, i go bucket to a bentley
bustin’ moves in chinatown, it was just me, josé, and henry
now all i got is the memories, they k!lled my cousin, my kinny
now it’s f-ck both my kidneys, all this syrup, and remy
had to cop me a semi ’cause n-ggas plottin’ to end me
bro is strеssin’, gettin’ skinny, then he bought a p with thе stemi
i know the game, i play it well, and i’m playin’ for keeps
shorty just got a bbl, she on the stomach for weeks
broadie beat trial, he home from jail, i bought him dozens of sneaks
he nice like jordan with the rock, but he still stuck in the streets
picture a youngin thirteen, first time he started drillin’
pops beat him to the floor so he put two into his ceilin’
his favorite hero superman, but he’d much rather play the villain
runnin’ in and out of prison, he can’t drive, but he driven, uh
shorty k!llin’ n-ggas whole entire positions
bad blood always turn to bad decisions
so they sent a crew of n-ggas where he livin’
drum clips with the extensions
shot him in the backyard, his body somewhere in the kitchen
it’s crazy up in the trenches, crazy about my business
bro want me to move the weight like he crazy about my fitness
seen n-ggas deny the pills, they hit that rug and go religious
seen n-ggas that ride for real, they hit their targets, and their witness
homie causin’ havoc, you know he always with the static
p-ssy said he about that action, now he just a jean jacket
yeah, was wakin’ up b-tches ’cause we ain’t have no clean mattress
late-night dummy missions, we take his sneakers and his glasses
and we was just bein nice, swear we gave them n-ggas passes
they spun back and shot my n-gga while he was tryna make a basket
and that’s why i got them ballin’ ’til they put me in a casket, yeah
read man, dead man, spot you like a red cam
sellin’ jelly roll, cuz got caught up in that fed jam
knew that i would make it since i heard that boy from fayettenam
show me the world cold, but you can still live to play again
tell a friend to tell a friend, mir did this sh-t again
rappin’ like a angry man, southside anchorman
yeah
[outro]
rest in peace my brother josé, we doin’ this for you. you already know what the f-ck’s about to go down. aye. it’s ’bout time they show a n-gga respect, bro. hey, did i get the job, cole? hit a n-gga up. aye. yeah, boy

- mir fontane

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