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letra de god, neptune - naj isdope

[intro]
it’s time i flex
god, neptune

[verse 1]
the sun don’t shine over here
high crime, n-ggas dying over here
dopehead owe 15 on the 16th?
soul gone, leave his mind over there
this just a cold city, and still
none of these n-ggas could flow with me
these out of town women love the ny
get all hype off that brooklyn swag
think they know biggie, no biggie they take shots
g-ssed up i let them start, new rules, no spots
find a better park, i raised a couple pups
so i could let them bark
and plus my future brighter than that metal spark
been dope since your kinfolk had a pinto
borough where these frauds talk a lot
but they been broke
one phone call
shedding blood out the blue
true story, cuzzo been loc
i’m like god, neptune

[hook]

god, neptune

[verse 2]

last night
had a dream
i was the man again
woke up saw a mirror
“hey i’m the man again”
they keep asking “yo what happened to ya mans and them?”
they think it’s internal conflicts
bout whose the man within
but basically that bad business we was standing in
had my family and friends
asking if they could handle it
wrapped some bandages round that
bad management damaging branding
jamming the plan again
standing rambling mannequin
see what i did there
when i’m finished just wanna see what i did here
maybe i could be that brooklyn’s finest
no officer just a gentleman
new school rich gere
old soul, new style, new flows
cold world, kids need new clothes
it’s crazy when you cut from a different cloth
you could always find new foes and hoes
i’m like god, neptune

[hook]

[verse 3]

i’m too grown for pity pat with kitty kats
don’t pity rats b-tches feel me where ya t-tties at
in the city smacked
shorty roll up i applaud her
hit it once
she wishin im her child father
why bother i acquire then i slaughter
married to the grind
like what the f-ck is a garter
but i been f-cking with this b-tch
named life
middle name trife
blood, sweat, and tears i guard her
but it ain’t the same in ci
the fight against self and health
got n-ggas with a closed mind
no ball talent
shoes going up on the clothesline
n-ggas don’t pray to god we idolize hov lines
thought i told you cold world?
in frigid waters i’m jack with old girl
this just the tip of the iceberg
floating on the hope of the door to success stressed
til i see god, neptune

- naj isdope

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