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letra de headshot - officialkidjj

[lyrics from snippet]
i’m the one tried to make a way when we was strugglin’
i remember rain, sleet and snow while i was hustlin’
know the feds watchin’, middle fingers to the government
glock in this louis pouch, homie i ain’t tusslin’
catfish, he don’t really know who he messin’ with
opps send a message, grab a drac to reb-ttal it
had the undertaker at your tombstone shovelin’
oh yeah, hollows ’bout to chew ’em like some doublemint
made it out the field with some homies i was thuggin’ with
wе’ll send some shots through they crowd whilе they huddlin’
i’m the type to leave it in the streets, i ain’t discussin’ it
tryna make a flip i need that rolls royce cullinan
old kids trippin’, cut her off like a backwood
middle of the hood, that’s where me and the guys stood
k!llers anonymous, black mask and black hoods
walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good

i feel like the man of the hour
my girl on me, i’m demandin’ the power
he never talk to my face, that man is a howerd
go looking for him every hour
i remember nights in the tower
she cleain’ my chain out the shower
tell her be quiet, she told me clean it even louder
paid now, feet up
all of your sneakers is beat up
k!llin’ boys, meet up
we see the police and we speed up
uh, yeah, look, they try to catch us and link us
uh, yeah, they tryna find us but they don’t know where to meet us
she wanna chill with me and all my homies
she get extra freaky off the liquor
she told us that she got a man
so we extra sneaky when i’m with her
she a lil’ bad girl
she wanna go mad far
kidjj in a fast car
i’m in a fast car, uh
i’m in the game, not tryna get the girls or the fame
i’m just tryna get my new golden chain
i’m not tryna be the one to blame
put respect on my name
no security, i flex with gang
i’m a real one
reminiscin’ about all my decisions
embracin’ the way of livin’, i was runnin’ through the field dumb
i was lookin’ through his phone, he a day 1
had hold him on my chest, like he a lil gun
60 shots, hit a “headshot” and k!lled em’
yeah, he talkin’ like he know me, he my real son
rap beef, stop the cap, i’ma shoot him
put that glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
headshot, he lacks, he so stupid
couple shots to his back, he won’t feel none
headshot, or a life long sentence
what you need for a label you a real one

- officialkidjj

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