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letra de lessons - osl swervo

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hook (osl swervo) :

remember cold nights when only heat we had was weapons
cause n-ggas played around too much, they had me feeling threatened
so we spinned around the block and we had drove by with extensions
n-ggas play too much we let the choppa run and end him

so i done prayed to god, man r.i.p. i’m sending blessings
cause they got my n-gga caught up in the blood that he was drenched in
told lil’ bro to grow up cause the streets ain’t sum to mess with
cause now my n-gga dead and i done learned all of my lessons

verse 1 (osl swervo) :

i’m praying to allah cause he’s the only one to save me
remember those nights when feds was always tryna chase me
momma mad at me cause i been smoking heavy lately
don’t know where i’ll go cause she been acting really crazy

we came out the trenches where some n-ggas would get blasted
n-ggas always dying early, sleeping in their casket
syrup in my cup, i pour a 4, i sip mol-sses
stacking i ain’t starving unless a lil’ n-gga fasting

if i rob the plug, i pull up like i’ma need those
all my shooters with me shoot up close just like a free throw
i’m just tryna stack up all my chips just like it’s fritos
i’m chasing after bags i don’t care about no freak hoes

pull up with a k, i’m still stuck in my ways
i won’t leave a trace, if i shoot, out my way
i’m the hero with no cape, n-ggas test me everyday
if he talkin’ sh-t then we gon’ pull up right where he stay, aye

hook (osl swervo) :

remember cold nights when only heat we had was weapons
cause n-ggas played around too much, they had me feeling threatened
so we spinned around the block and we had drove by with extensions
n-ggas play too much we let the choppa run and end him

so i done prayed to god, man r.i.p. i’m sending blessings
cause they got my n-gga caught up in the blood that he was drenched in
told lil’ bro to grow up cause the streets ain’t sum to mess with
cause now my n-gga dead and i done learned all of my lessons

verse 2 (celly en noir) :

posted on the block, now i feel like i’m ibaka
f-cking with the opps n-gga, that’ll get you mopped up
33 shots, he won’t make it to the doctor
pull up with the chop, cut his head off, leave him slaughtered

why you tryna act like you the same n-gga? you not us
police on the block, but they know that they can’t stop us
pull up like the army, spin the block in helicopters
king of the streets, i’m the dmv mufasa

i know n-ggas snitches, i won’t let them see me locked up
he thought sh-t was sweet but he was sour when we popped up
never on my dolo, rather pull up with my shottas
this sh-t ain’t a joke, i want the smoke like i’m a rasta

i don’t do no talking, don’t approach me with that blah blah
these n-ggas my sons, i know they see me as they father
all i need is one bar, turn mic into lava
feel like i’ma rockstar, heavy metal choppa, yeah

hook (osl swervo) :

remember cold nights when only heat we had was weapons
cause n-ggas played around too much, they had me feeling threatened
so we spinned around the block and we had drove by with extensions
n-ggas play too much we let the choppa run and end him

so i done prayed to god, man r.i.p. i’m sending blessings
cause they got my n-gga caught up in the blood that he was drenched in
told lil’ bro to grow up cause the streets ain’t sum to mess with
cause now my n-gga dead and i done learned all of my lessons

- osl swervo

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