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letra de armaghetto - og win

verse 1:
in god we trust its deeper by the dollar bill
penny for my thoughts everybody cop a feel
i turn the strip club into a church, now thats a holy field
ain’t tryna save everybody n-gg- thats how jesus got k!lled
i dropped outta school that sh-t just wasn’t for me
for the love of drug money i started feeling like tony
montana arm and hammer
i ain’t even talking c-ke
strapped down i’m armed with hammers
bread you n-gg-s getting toast
bandana touch my family we gone go to war
grab the ski mask like we about to hit the slopes
guns where i’m at thats the realist sh-t i ever wrote
ridin wit my mac thats the realist gat i ever tote
i was born in h-ll thats the realist place i ever go
if i ever fail please mama just let me go
another black male can’t prevail cause a stereo
k!ll a motherf-cka dead or breathing in da studio

bridge:
blood in my eyes and i dream deep
mama screaming in her dreams and i can’t sleep
and i’m a rebel to my sins and i’m guilty
i know they plotting on my ends and wanna k!ll me
they got me saying

hook:
i can’t trust a soul
we don’t let sh-t go
man my heart so cold
in dis armaghetto
gotta honor my code
until my casket close
everybody sell dope
in dis armaghetto

verse 2:
real n-gg-s deserve to live and b-tch n-gg-s don’t
real women gone raise they kids and dumb b-tches won’t
f-ck a loan i give em work thats how you put n-gg-s on
or they’ll break in yo home and try to take what you own
belly of the beast and h-ll swallow n-gg-s on a daily
some young n-gg-s decided to lay down the candy lady
b-tta fingers known to drop the gat
thats why they call em that
but if you snicker or you laugh they start kicking cats
chocolates in the closet
like reeses they bought a piece
looking for a payday
goin nuts cause they heard she got
guns and drugs a hundred grand uh
ain’t no chocolates here
tattoos on all their eyes cause tonight somebody must get tears

bridge:
blood in my eyes and i dream deep
i know they praying i don’t win lord this can’t be
please forgive me for my sins can you hear me
i know these n-gg-s ain’t my friend and wanna k!ll me

hook:
i can’t trust a soul
we don’t let sh-t go
man my heart so cold
in dis armaghetto
gotta honor my code
until my casket close
everybody sell dope
in dis armaghetto

verse 3:
techs outside
you better wear a vest outside
b-tches standing around
so n-gg-s wanna flex outside
a cremate ya
or six feet deep
or penitentiary
and b-tches wanna burn yo -ss too
they’ll germ many
call for emergency
crooked cops setting up the burglary
should’ve gave his cuba
his fraternity
didn’t call for back up cause it will lead to somethin
the cops are like a mafia mob they way they rush in
red dots white shirts
crackers flagging like j-pan
ku klux klan block looking like afghanastan
one big scam the world don’t wanna play fair
americas worst nightmare

hook:
i can’t trust a soul
we don’t let sh-t go
man my heart so cold
in dis armaghetto
gotta honor my code
until my casket close
everybody sell dope
in dis armaghetto

- og win

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