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letra de bars on i-95 freestyle - nu jerzey twork

[verse 1: nu jerzey twork]
y’all still ain’t getting the picture with most these women intentions?
you was real when you was broke, why would you spend it pretending?
buying hoes outright, they don’t even give you a mention
i strictly finance, that’s only if it’s a interest
never shoot for my goals to order hookah for hoes
bottles of reposado gold doing the most
them drinks come around it’s a whole booth full of hoes
that receipt come around it’s only you and the bros
i need a woman who gon’ sit and listen
not make me feel like it’s a intervеntion, why i’m buying flights for like 50 n-ggas
doing this for sh-ts and giggles, buying out thesе rented villas
knowing they gon’ get out here behaving like they still in trenton, sh-t’s ridiculous
these actions ain’t giving grown
telling me f-ck my friends, find happiness on my own
palace i hit with drones, asking us if we grown
asian table at rome, slapping that sh-t with bones
telling her quiet down, she have to lower her tone
they only want me for my money, yapping up on the phone
homie just bought a sprite and a sandwich with provolone
she just ordered a whole steak and a cabernet sauvi-
ain’t no [?] wit’ my bros, these n-ggas gon’ die wit’ me
i never choose a broke bad b-tch that’s five 50
never let a b-tch know what i’m concealing is a beast
never let a b-tch know what i’m dealing with in the st-
little homie wit’ bl–dy victim, murder was unintended
i pay for the lawyer but, homie gon’ run the distance
he don’t know nothing different, he don’t know nothing different
can’t teach fundamentals to n-ggas that love the trenches
can’t teach london visits to n-ggas that love the trenches
can’t teach unforgiveness to n-ggas that stuck with vengeance
the big homie sitting five lives for one that ended
knowing that they scared of them clowns that check ya’ finsta
og’s and yg’s the funny bidness
drop ‘em out of college but promise construction bidness
repair sk!lls go to joyrides and crunk ignitions
toolbox full of old pliers and monkey wrenches
funny bidness, sadly but sh-t is facts
still out on 10 wood, the alley wood with my cats
had a couple n-ggas left, mad about couple racks
i ain’t cry over spilled milk, my daddy ain’t bring it back
i’m at anywhere i’m at, them n-ggas won’t play wit’ me
n-ggas ain’t never jump out no f-cking cars and spray wit’ me
n-ggas ain’t never sit in that jail a day wit’ me
momma said if they don’t pray wit’ me won’t stay wit’-
i need her because she right, ain’t seeking no good advice
double shift as a [?], keeping her for the night
i’m on d-ckinson with men, we eager to steal a bike
upgraded to gang [?], we eager to steal a life
i’m creeping up d-mn the light while my demon she put up fights
out here sleeping sh-t but i’m keeping her up at night
caravan six deep, she pleading the blood of christ
devil’s work god’s grace i’m leading a double li-
-just a tat on me this ru gang, i really had to do things
bad things, gave me bad dreams i saw 2 chainz
outside blue flame, me and the rifle play
like if i get caught with this i ain’t seeing the light of-
it’s just the life i’m living, p-ssing ‘em off
it’s just the life i’m living p-ssing ‘em off
my momma said get on my knees and repent to the lord
like you ain’t never seen no christian in no christian dior?
it’s a lot for me to digest, i’m slow up wit’ the progress
i could gain it all but lose my soul up in the process
i know this sh-t a process with other things to embellish
why the f-ck i tell god that i’m focused on new endeavors?
how the f-ck we carry burdens alone that we do together?
how i wanna live righteous when none of my crew in heaven?
i know i’m living wrong, i gotta start doing better
it’s too hot in h-ll, what i’ma do with this gucci sweater?
spark sage do a chore, dark days to the core
all of my homies dead all laid in the morgue
always be alarmed, all praise be to god
glock nine won’t ever part ways mi amor
heartaches when we mourn, it don’t make a lot of sense
needed a new fit, i would take it outta rent
locked down 23 and one, thinking ‘bout my b-tch
transport, shackled from my ankles to my wri-
y’all angrily doing sh-t, y’all n-ggas just tell on me
sick of these fail phony frail n-ggas wit’ jail-
just stop with that childish noise, i talk to them county bo-
you was in there baking cakes, what the f-ck you need brownie points?
and you caught ya’ case wit’ pride, you took it to trial and fought
got a glass of water boy and start screaming you’re vallencourt
ain’t no rushing wit’ law books, we stuck with the art of war
labels hating on my n-ggas, it’s tough to get y’all to do it
i’m coming wit’ all the dogs, timbs scuffing the marble floors
50 n-ggas in the lobby is stuck in revolving doors n-gga
i can’t make this sh-t up, i can’t stress this enough
they running dry they gon’ wet some sh-t up
these f-ckers is calling capers, you touching some large paper
them thugs on ya’ lawn waiting to dump on ya’ hallway ya’ mind splat, mortal kombat blood on the wallpaper
k!ller keep ya’ daughter calm, he brushing the doll [?] on [?]
as sure as- as sure as- as sure- as sure as, rosa parks wit’ seats in the back
as sure as, moses part the sea wit’ the staff
it ain’t no, reason to brag you speaking so fast about ya’, coke for droughts ya’ weed in the stash
about the, road the route the street and the ave
you got ya, toes in ya’ mouth ya’ feet in ya’ ass
you in a, hole as ‘bout as deep as a gash
you done mapped it all out they want the key to ya’ pad
you can’t recognize n-ggas that you see in the mask
well it’s bodies full of ammunition
blood on the wall covers up the family pictures
it get more intense
bars on i-95 that’s where the story end

[verse 2: nu jerzey twork]
i had to do it for whoever doubted me
i had to move out of poverty
i don’t care what they do ain’t no stopping me
pride, i had to chew it and swallow it
they call me p-ssy for leaving the town
uh, i end up leaving the town, it’s no reason sticking around
‘cause when i come back, you gon’ still be around
i’ma slide on the crew, try to show you what a live n-gga
might drop off ties and a suit, and tell you look for a job interview
uh, i was tryna build a empire they said it would crumble
nowadays just to talk about it, ain’t no way to be humble
i gotta tell you i’m lit, i gotta show you the sh-t
y’all gotta know it’s legit
i gotta tell you about posh pies and bay eels from the boat to the dish
i fully loaded the whip, i don’t pay a note on my whip
i fully own all my sh-t
i pulled down on son block, i’m talking a solar eclipse
momma said baby you gotta be modest but f-ck all the stories i’m going against
i was reserved but they pulled a side up out of me i did not know could exist
i should be showered with gifts, i should [?] with thrift
i need a robe to fit
i need a crown to rest on my head, i need a throne to sit
i just can’t hold it-

- nu jerzey twork

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