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letra de letter - nocap

[intro]
(nico, let me get a hit)
yeah
(darkside, darkside, darkside)

[chorus]
i know n-ggas who prayed who still went to h-ll (oh, i)
i know n-ggas beat they charge, still in the cell (oh, i)
got n-ggas gone, they was with me (oh)
girl, i only seem to call when i’m in your city (oh)

[verse 1]
time will never do us none ’cause we thuggin’ still
probably overdose on pills ’cause the love ain’t real
runnin’ through the night alone
tellin’ demons, “let me go”
three hundred shots on the road
i gotta make it back home
slim died long ago
i scream his name every song
’cause this pain ain’t gone
as the sunlight glow, it ge harder to smile
i been thinkin’ ’bout duke, gotta know he missin’ his trial
in the cell, plenty nights, n-gga thinkin’ bout life
it don’t look like i’m comin’ home, i paid my lawyer fee twice
from the cell tellin’ ghetto, “stay sober”, hustlin’
ain’t gotta fight to earn a stripe, them n-ggas know not to touch me
before i let them n-ggas play me, they gotta k!ll yo’ lil cousin
i went in every wedge alone, i ain’t runnin’ from nothing
[dialogue]
it’s like a n-gga workin’ double. this rap sh-t and it’s another full-time job to stay focused. know i’m sayin’, a n-gga get tired but guess what? we gon’ keep rollin’. we gon’ keep pushin’

[verse 2]
take me while i’m loaded
i just can’t die sober
soon as we started havin’ motion
n-ggas tried to get close
and i’ll still be right here when everything else over

[dialogue]
this a letter to my n-ggas. i ain’t tryna hold you too long. know a n-gga gotta get back to them lawyers, them 15 minute phone calls and sh-t. i know how the sh-t be

[verse 2]
my n-gga bobby, he on lockdown runnin’ up racks
i heard bubba givin’ tips, i ain’t know he a rat
my n-gga, snake, he a real one, always watchin’ my back
i heard ced on the kiosk tryna get him some cash
n-gga stole my passcode, dawg, i ain’t even mad
but i kept it real with you, why you do me like that?
i made kel-tec a promise, i’ma still do that
and i don’t think this money hate me but i keep hearin’ ’bout that
i made sure n-ggas was straight but they gon’ talk about god
rich had stole them fifty dollars, i tried to put it on boy
mark, he from the other side, i still f-ck with that boy
i just hope he never change and put a hole in my heart
and i pray for c-fat, that n-gga lost in his scars
can’t forget ’bout montana, love him like 1600
you comin’ home, go do that time like that sh-t ain’t none
i came home and f-cked the co who put cuffs on my arms
tootie lawyer sold him out, my heart go out to him
i’m in miami and i’m wonderin’ what lil’ wade doing
i been in and out of jail, look like i’m enjoyin’ it
for lil’ bryson, a n-gga gotta be an influence
donk against the whole jail ’bout what they did to him
as i laid down, i ran through a lot of money
me and cart got the same lawyer, buck and tommy
ever since i been with spec, they think he gunnin’ for me
but i really got him ’round me just to get some money
but if you do it, do it smart, don’t be a crash dummy
told foreign, “go and get it”, i won’t feed it to you
i just love you my n-gga, i ain’t preaching to you
ceelo had died at a dice game, i heard that his girl changed, i just think she movin’ on with life
on that ‘gram talkin murder, i just don’t respond to ’em ’cause i’m not the internet type
aye, free w-lly too, he grew up in a foster home
i had a momma comin’ up so i don’t know how that feel
that n-gga najae cut his hair, thought h was gon’ up the road
he ain’t know that god plan this, was bringing him home
a couple n-ggas gon’ say f-ck me ’cause they ain’t in this song
a couple n-ggas gon’ say f-ck me ’cause they ain’t in this song
ain’t home in some years
i came home, i shouldn’t got back ’round ’em, then he died off pills
on the road, momma tryna take the charge for you, it just get that real
my lil’ cousin 13 talkin’ ’bout he smokin’ on fred
i hope his momma get involved, look what the internet did
all that pusy sh-t they doin’, that sh-t affecting the kids
ask the streets, would they let me breathe (yeah)
i just want off my phone, judge me
ain’t seen draco since i been home, i’m sorry, i been workin’ (yeah)
ain’t seen my daddy since i been home, i’m sorry, i been hurting
ain’t seen grandma since i been home, she think it’s on purpose (yeah)
but she don’t understand that her grandson famous
i been in and out of court, the da tryna sink me (ay)
cold hearted k!ller how the court gon’ paint it
missin’ our birthdays, we missin’ the holidays (ay)
you missin’ family, you a million miles away

- nocap

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