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letra de the thrill - nasic

i need for y’all to get out of my face, i ain’t had sleep in like 8 or 9 days
i don’t like talking if it ain’t bout wage, i need a thousand to walk on a stage
i need a

i need a b-tch to come through on the creep
i need a minute to get it together, she need a song she can play on repeat
i wanna go to la, get some head on the beach
ride through miami and f-ck up the streets
i want for all of my brothers to eat
i don’t wish death upon no enemy
if it’s meant for me, then it’s meant to be
i’ll wait centuries, ’til you send for me
’til you send for me
but i ain’t got no time to waste
i don’t take calls, i speak face to face
if it ain’t bout business, you know it can wait
no need to explain, you couldn’t relate
my brother still bagging up grams of the weight
but he gon share all the scr-ps on his plate
if one of us rich, then we all getting paid
if one of us work, then we all gotta slave
if loyalty everything, then f-ck a wedding ring
me and my n-ggas married to the game
really it’s just the thrill of the chase
i don’t think anything gonna change
if homie a shooter, then he gonna shoot em
cause that’s just the way that my n-gga was raised
and i don’t complain
cause if you don’t protect your neck then these n-ggas gon put you in graves
it’s one and the same
(man, f-ck that sh-t, f-ck all these n-ggas claiming that they was rocking since day one
and they gon ride ’til the wheels fall off
these n-ggas wasn’t with us when we was recording in the shed
having to sit on milk crates, recording with the mic hanging from the wire hanger
f-ck all that sh-t we gon keep running up this bag, we gon keep stacking these chips
ttil mom dukes living in a crib in la you heard
sluglife, steady leveraging unknown greatness)
(no f-cking cap…)
all of the sh-t that i speak is the truth
tell me why the f-ck would i tell a lie
all of the sh-t that i do is for you
they be screaming love is harder to find
if i really wasn’t meant for this sh-t
why the h-ll would god give me this gift
being broke, that ain’t no way to live
die trying just so i could get rich
moms crying, she been missing the kid
scheming, dreaming, i could make it through this
god willin, i been plotting on a million
tryna put some chips away for my kids
chips away for my kids
chips away for my kids
and i ain’t really got no time to waste
i ain’t really got no time to play
balling like i’m penny hardaway, nothing easy there’s a harder way
gotta learn to put my heart away
i always leave the sh-t right on my sleeve
hard to protect, but it’s harder to bleed
and if you don’t know, then you wouldn’t know and i
(and i)
if you ask me to go, i’d travel the coast and i
drop everything to be right by your side
(side)
only for you, i would drop all my pride
(yeah, whoa)
(yeah, whoa)
(uh, hold on, i’m a go out like this)
and i say
do, you, ever, ever get lonely
get lonely
and i say
do you ever, ever get lonely
get lonely

- nasic

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