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letra de marshall mathers type beat - nate husser

all i ever did was work hard for this sht
thinkin back to when chris was locked in the bin on my birthday in new york i was p-ssed
p-ss drunk spittin fck the law fck the pigs
now 2 years later we tha offence ya bish thought that we was gone we was up in ya b-tch i feel like jr w no shirt at the ships
and then i thank god forgive all of my sins
you ain’t had to do nothin for this piece sht coulda left me in the hood wit the dogs in the pit left for dead w the snakes, the hogs and the pigs i think i seen it all, see my mind’s h-lla bent
i rock pyjamas at the shows bottles in the vip wifey got the whip, engine issa v6
i push the back from the 514 to the 6
this one for all my dogs in the bin
pre chorus:
say i
i don’t like
say i i i i
chorus:
you’re talking too nice to me you’re talking too nice to me something ain’t right
we just don’t vibe
verse 2:
my ear itchin, my side pinchin
i think one of my side b-tches b-tchin about me
and voodoo doll stickin and stabbin pictures of my face
cryin bout the places we been wishin she could erase cause now when she go anywhere she think of nathan and how i used to d-ck her any time and location
and how it wasn’t a problem to pay sht
and how patient i was before goin ape sht and tear the place to the b-ssment
i bought u bracelets
and necklaces , ya neck was excellent s-x faces i make a mess of em
still wasn’t enough for me to want to leave the rest of em alone i must admit that my appet-te has grown
and ion really see myself tryna starve it
i rather take my d-ck and lock it behind bars
i know it’s kinda hard for one to grasp as a concept
but since my pops left i’m a b-st-rd
and i come off like i’m super social
i’m used to exposure to the vultures is never good for the culture i’m usually in my house cuttin c0ke up
weighing bags and pumpin weights
fkn hoes, eatin , recording late
i’m kind of a tough one to relate to
can u relate to that
can’t do that stuff u do in nate’s shoes
i break bread
breadfruit, i’m fruitful cause of my labor
my hustle my time and my favours i don’t owe none naa
chorus x2

- nate husser

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