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letra de los ultimos - osbe chill

[verse 1: osbe chill]
you know i’m up to somethin’
up the score, grab my burner by my mike amiri in my dresser drawer
drive-bys in foreigns, been hopped off porches straight into porsches
circled your block and bust buckshots, yellin’, “f-ck cops”
you know the sh-t don’t stop, we still on opps
this jig’s up, n-gga, we need all you got
all my life, i been battlin’ with evil
everybody know: la could get lethal
it’s still blood on the palm trees and f-ck lapd
i got these gang tats, but the set inside of me
man, these streets don’t love you, so this glock on side of me
man, somebody lied, now i got no choice to be a g

[chorus: elcamino]
yeah, yeah
i was raised in thе jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and nеver fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for
i was raised in the jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and never fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for

[verse 2: boldy james]
i’m just a sinner in the hands of a angry god (yeah)
demons and angels in my head, at times, i can’t decide (what else?)
this mafia sh-t so for real, i had to pay my tithes (you know it)
how many n-ggas in this game can say they ain’t get robbed? (227)
was servin’ custos on the river with that saint bernard (blocks)
i had to go up on the ticket, make ’em pay the highs (let’s get it)
ran with them cutthroats on them missions, we was takin’ jobs (ay, ay)
now me and nutso, we some k!llers, gotta blame [?] (where we at?)
if n-ggas ain’t grow up with us, can’t even come around (mafia)
give a f-ck if you musclebound, they uppin’ hundred-rounds (uh)
sink or swim, rise and fly, gon’ be some ups and downs (drr-r-r)
i’m from detroit, where the sky same color as the ground (yeah)
dumped a ounce of shea b-tter at the chevron (east side)
platinum chain, same color as the heron (where we at?)
just tryna make a couple dollars in our spare time (what else?)
most my n-ggas ain’t have a father, so we used to share mine (let’s get it)
[chorus]
yeah, yeah
i was raised in the jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and never fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for
i was raised in the jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and never fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for

[verse 3: the game]
profit, prophets and prophecies
blood spilled on me ([?])
forty-ounces with no caps
syringes and liquid crack, yeah
pac is in me, nas is in me, load the semi
coming to america, who got gold for semmi?
trap for real, ask for real; crack for sale
like we apple, we got macs for sale
in my cradle to the grave wit’ it, sleep wit’ it, bathe wit’ it
shootin’ through the walls if i’m lost in a maze wit’ it
black richard mille, see your future when you gaze in it
diamonds shinin’ like angeldust when the rays hit it

[chorus]
yeah, yeah
i was raised in the jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and never fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for
i was raised in the jungle
prob’ly reason why i score and never fumble
i came up different and i want more
prob’ly reason everything that we come for

- osbe chill

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