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letra de no exit - moses the marauder

[verse 1: moses the marauder]
all this smoke is cloudin’ my head
either n0body ever heard or gave a f-ck ’bout i said
and i’m just grinding for my mama, she’ll be proud if i’m dead
on the ground, 30 rounds, from my crown to my leg
could be your fate, but it ain’t n0body hearin’ this save
’cause the universe moves in mysterious ways
so far it’s kept me alive, but some the best people died
been a hard couple years ain’t been restin’ my eyes
some my brothers turned to strangers, what’s left of my guys?
i don’t even know myself no more
smoking weed just to sleep and it don’t even help no more
i been getting to this breesh still i felt so poor
always spittin’ up this heat, tryna melt closed doors
all these kids is repeats, it’s the self clone wars
spliff hit like a fist, though get a lift, light a missile
this b-tch mary on my lips, but we barely get to kiss though
strip, strip, my mind like the sith to kit fisto
looking back in time, thought i really wasn’t sh-t though
life’s a trip, why you livin’ in a fish bowl
i told him get a grip, instead he started gripping pistols

[chorus: moffy]
this is counterfeit smiles
and crooked t–th, broken bones, bl–dy knuckles, drippin’ all over the streets
get low, get low, shots bussin’ out the window
yeah, yeah, you know the sh-t my n-ggas been known
this is counterfeit smiles
and crooked t–th, broken bones, bl–dy knuckles, it been painted through the streets
way it seem, we may never get out
yeah, the way it seem, we may never get out
[verse 2: moses the marauder]
(uhh)
what is life, afraid to ask it
you only know the truth when you layin’ in that casket
i play my past sh-t, think back to a kid
eighth grade, had a eighth blazed, smacked with a spliff
(nothin’ sweeter than nostalgia)
ps with my ds, only dream was catching palkia
now i just want the best for me
but leaches always testin’ me
pockets like they faucets, when we reach it’s open sesame
if i’m the son of god, then give jesus a vasectomy
b-tch he ain’t protecting me
what do you expect, no regrets, or respect from me
respectfully, lost in the sauce and the sorrow
how much a dollar cost, if that cost is tomorrow?
that ain’t sh-t cream
almost seen my homie slain at 15
this life ain’t a game, could be playin’ on the big screen
riches and some coke, just enough to make a b-tch mean
addicted to the smoke, you a motherf-ckin’ clip fiend

[chorus: moffy]
this is counterfeit smiles
and crooked t–th, broken bones, bl–dy knuckles, drippin’ all over the streets
get low, get low, shots bussin’ out the window
yeah, yeah, you know the sh-t my n-ggas been known
this is counterfeit smiles
and crooked t–th, broken bones, bl–dy knuckles, it been painted through the streets
way it seem, we may never get out
yeah, the way it seem, we may never get out
[skit: john and moses the marauder]
you know that gas station that’s over there with the fence around it right now?
did you come that way?
yeah
did you see the fence around it?
yeah
okay, now somebody bought that property
okay, and it was a lot of youngsters working out there in that mother f-cker, they mad as h-ll
that was a cool job; it was 24/7
so the 10 o’clock to 6 o’clock in the mornin’, sh-t you could go there and getcha’ weed, all ya sh-t
but uh, and then the sh-t before that but anyway—
y’all uh, you gotta build your rolodex, ya’ know?
how the h-ll did you two run into each other?

- moses the marauder

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