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letra de the str8 drop - pacmantv & alz hendrix

[intro]
(you are now locked into pacman tv)

40 mixed it

[verse]
let me tell you why they couldn’t f-ck with me
in and out the country,no one showed no love to me
had to leave the ends, my right hand was on some f-ckery
if you gave him one wish, it would probably be to duppy me
call me what you want, but i ain’t never been a wannabe
first mali’ billionaire, i said it, we them prodigies
i dont need no autotune n-gga
im a lyricist all the sh-t im spitting shakespeare
could have writtеn this i just wanna ghost man
i swear im getting sick of this fake ass b-tchеs and n-ggas
theyre all full of sh-t lost it all in lockdown
f-ck it its a learning curve, free my n-gga uptown
he got hit up with a dirty bird he’ll be home soon
in that booth we gon make it work
if i know one thing ima make it happen
i can’t waste gods gift so i gotta stay spazzing
i remember when they never thought they would hear me rapping
wallahi akh ive seen h-ll through my mothers eyes
you ain’t felt no pain until u really seen your mother cry
to tell the truth i ain’t really wanna live this life
but i gotta take a risk just to make a f-cking dime
touch one of mine we still bound to catch a homicide
but please dont push me im not a k!ller put me under pressure back it out and tear your liver
ya allah forgive me because i know that im a sinner
i was on a strip from mad young serving dinner
nah, but not the type you have at home
nah, catch me in the masjid on my knees making tobah clean-hearted brother but the streets turned me colder
if i lose it all im at your door like a jehovah
i can’t waste time every year im getting older and if i don’t make it at least i die trying i need a richard on my wrist for all them nights crying
if i said i didn’t feel it then id be lying
i got a couple dead bros i won’t see them again
if you see a n-gga smiling then its probably pretend
i done been through so much it turned me ments
alhumdudillah im still here because im mercy sent
all i really got is brother because i dont f-ck with friends
ima hold down mine till the f-cking end
ima hold down mine until the f-cking
tryna turn my trackies into suits looking smarter get it off the rap then i flip it like im carter that’s my blueprint
i want that prezzie like obama
i’m so sentimental because my hood is a disaster
i need all this paper and i gotta get it faster
i was misguided i grew up without a father
i can preach game but dont take me for no pastor
when you see an opp, best leave more than a plaster
in this industry i boogie with the shaytan
i don’t get man they make ps and buy fake garms
i just step clean with my nike fit shades on
i can’t take stress from no b-tch man im too young
i just want land more cribs and a few farms
so i hope the music thing pays off
but for now i make prof’, leave the scene taped off
if i see next man trapping in my main spot best of both worlds what you want i got that straight drop
she ain’t want me back then tell that b-tch bake off
booj and banter model like that work came from lagos
i can’t stop now till my whole family paid off

- pacmantv alz hendrix

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