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letra de just fine - onetakedrew

[intro]
yeah
uh huh

[hook]
look
i’ve been on my grind
since a youngin, still a youngin, that ain’t much time
but wit these youngins k!llin youngins that’s enough crime
to make me feel i ain’t got much time
keep faith in your god boy i trust mine
keep, faith in your god boy i trust mine
keep, faith in your god boy i trust mine
so, against the odds i’ll be just fine, just fine

[verse 1]
hands in my pockets head down i ain’t moping
just thought i felt a few bills get real i was loafin
foreal i was hoping, maybe i was on the come up
don’t dwell on these long nights because somewhere there’s a sun up
and i’m, gon rise and shine with it
if time is money spend it
on doing somethin u love, don’t waste it being timid
go after what you crave cause life’ll do its best impersonation of david blaine
and, p-ss you by and forget to wave
never stay in my lane
shawty f-ck what they sayin, cause dotted lines ain’t meant to restrain
when you’re old and you’re graying
that’s when hope’ll be slain, don’t wait till no longer able then you gon need a kane
obvious biblical reference
i want my shot, these other n-gg-s scared of the tet-n-s
i’m betting this, make others sound slow
this underground flow, but i swear the man upstairs is blessing this
i’m stressing that
(yeah)

[hook]
i’ve been on my grind
since a youngin, still a youngin, that ain’t much time
but wit these youngins k!llin youngins that’s enough crime
to make me feel i ain’t got much time
keep faith in your god boy i trust mine
keep, faith in your god boy i trust mine
keep, faith in your god boy i trust mine
so, against the odds i’ll be just fine, just fine

[verse 2]
giving momma what i can, tryna be a man
rap and stay true to who i am, tryna take a stand
against the phonies and their foolery, ain’t foolin me
im, building that real, pen and paper be the toolery
man who is he?
shocked n-gg-s that went to school with me
n-body pictured that quiet n-gg- from period 2 or 3, flowin so fluidly
homie no putt-putt golf, boy this is to a t
perfected it losing sleep
don’t need ya to gas me up, i can do this on e
won’t pop molly still sweat, probably hardly makes sense
just perspire, spit that fire till i’m hotter than a dog from oscar meyer
boy now africa’s the temp, that’s my habesha descent
man i’m just tryna vent, with a p-ssion
in wit the good, out with badness
ain’t living lavish
still pray reaper never catch this
cause life is precious, you come for my fat black b-tch i’m blasting
(blaow!!)

- onetakedrew

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