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letra de on me - p.ditti

woke up with a vision
i can see this sh-t so clear
my mind be focused on the money
now i’m ready
give me millions
imma take that sh-t
triple it
f-cking feed my whole d-mn clique with it
whole gang knows what the f-ck i did for them
sacrifices but i represent
p.ditti with it
and there ain’t no compet-tion
my intelligence so relevant
born to bust down all these gates
i’m eloquent with my temper b-tch
make you cry before i hit your face
losing friends and sh-t and recklessness
respect if you relate
real recognize real
all the real ones commend me
you a fake? you a snake?
then your lame -ss offend me
and i don’t give a f-ck what you think don’t @ me
got a few bangers and some shooters in the backseat
you ain’t even worth what we paid for these bullets
plus i’d rather hear the motherf-cker scream and sh-t
wanna look into his eyes and i wanna see him scared
wanna grab a rusty hammer
one two three now he’s dead

i ain’t got no time to hate myself for what i been through homie
the way a b-tch shine og said that’s why they been switching on me
whole gang gon’ slide if we catch a whiff that you been snitching homie
put bands in they pockets just to make sure they gon’ get you homie
these b-tches follow me
real ones pop glocks for me
if it means my homie’s free
you could put it all on me
these b-tches follow me
real ones pop glocks for me
if it means my homie’s free
you could put it all on me

ten times three
thirty bands on me
i just pull up trippin’
with the gang and cause a scene
they call me m a m a p
mama p
i just rep my f-cking gang and
eat my b-tch out while she screams

for years on years i ain’t been able to breathe and
that’s why i get high ‘cuz i got a bunch of demons
that’s why i still pray ’cuz i don’t want god i need him
imma go to h-ll and freeze it
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout willis
i ain’t come to make a deal
i came to serve yo -ss the bill
and make you pay up with my steel
nah it ain’t about me
it’s about them
it’s about little homie with a pistol in his hand
every time that sh-t bang he’s more f-cked up in the head
it’s about the ones who just bend bend bend
just wait till they break
and they lose they fear
we gon’ feel the ground shake
when they put it in gear
every year from now on
it’s gon’ be our year
money making p got the whole crowd trippin’
they be like ooh
what a premiere

- p ditti

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