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letra de something always catches up - ninelivez

uh, what am i doing with my life?
gotta figure this sh-t out
gotta get up
uh, f-ck
-shower running-

[verse 1:]
since 9 years old
i always wanted to be a thug
i remember rolling gr-ss
from the field like it was bud
at the jelly bean dances
every week like it’s the club
acting cool, sag my pants
og show ‘em some love
i ain’t never been no gangster
but i always been a down
won a solid heart
but never act too hard
or else they clown on ‘em
good grades in school
but see i skip
so people frown on ‘em
show up at home
my momma trip
and go around on ‘em
ow momma
was always momma’s little baby man
too bad he died
i really did have an amazing dad
in ’92 i respected on
how he’d shake his head
he said “the only way to make it
is to make a plan”
walkin’ down the block
i got nothin’ but a dream
and a pocket full a rock
about to chop it to the feel
what would you do if
you got bullied up in school
your best friend dies
you find out when you turnin’ on the news

[chorus]
it always catches up, uh huh
somethin’ always catches up, uh huh
somethin’ always catches up, ye
somethin’ always catches up, ye

[verse 2:]
i was the little homie
the big homies have my back
so the little homie run up
on that fool who gettin’ jack
take his shoes, take his hat
little crime boosted the ego
put mother f-cker mind in his business
shootin’ some free-throws
it’s like we had to rectify
crops committed
wasn’t really with it
but when it became time
i did it
sh-t i ride for my homies
i die for my homies
f-ck that gangsta sh-t
see i was gettin’ by with my homies
i used to act like i was krippin’
flag sw-ngin’
i was never gang-bangin’
just is with the gang hangin’ out
troubles is screaming tell me
“you don’t wanna take this route
but since you here this time
f-ck it little homie, take this mouth”
this my desire
i’m blending with my environment
dead or in jail
f-ck it i’m set for early retirement
was born into this lifestyle
chop a bag in a white pile
doesn’t necessarily mean
i do this right now

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
i never really been the guy
to live a lie
i can tell you both sides
sellin’ dope and gettin’ high
slangin’ is a different seed
is gettin’ paid and gettin’ by
using there’s no difference
just a loser and you grab my eyes
never lookin’ back
sellin’ / cookin’ crack
was never good at that
but they think i am
cause where my hood is at
but what good is that
grew up where i did
you would adapt
ain’t no telling what i’d be doing
if i wasn’t good at rap
get beat up on the block
5 g’s and the cops
prayin’ please let it stop
don’t wanna be like my paps
try ’n stay up out o’ trouble
honestly, when i’m not
mentally stable enough
to come to reason with god
put your lights to the sky
man i do this for the grind
and we do it on the line
so my crew’s down to ride
i be talkin’ bout that doom squad
d dolla sign
i’m a flew spot a music
man it’s all that’s on my mind

[chorus]

- ninelivez

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