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letra de tunechi - parris chariz

[verse 1]
lemme talk
look
he had to walk for a mile
carrying sticks as a child
thinking ’bout skipping his class
lil mama shaking her —
she tryna get him to doubt
daddy was chopping up soap on purpose to get cash
his mama was stuck on them [?]
they was just stuck in the bricks
now they gon’ build him a house
he tryna move out the town
this just a story of hope
they tryna pull him away
sticks in the video
listen, lil’ brother, i get it, but 12 wanna throw you away
they give her 50 for nothin’, lil’ brother
are you tryna bring you a [?] estate
all the neglect that is hate in your heart
how to respect someone living a lie
she tryna be someone else for a like
she tryna move to new york for the hype
she only follow celebrity life
do what she doin’, it’s all out of spite
nothin’ to tell her, she wanna be seen
whenever it’s chilly, she love to creep
know when you’re scary, she calling you “boo”
she get around but she still want a ring
this ain’t no cap, i’m just telling the truth
fake friends tried to get me to shoot
my brother mac tried to get me the tools
keep it on, i give ’em the youth
huh, they ‘on place here
around my city, everyday it gets stranger
everybody totin’ .9s so it’s safe for ’em
if you ever have time, you should pray for us
p
[chorus]
this money weed
that ain’t what you need, that ain’t what you need
this money weed
that ain’t what you need, that ain’t what you need
for real

[verse 2]
reminisce on dark knights you ain’t go to bath for me
i was just a joke to you robbing me
all i did was help, there ain’t no hope for you
chop us in, i still couldn’t let satan get a hold of you
god, please, come take us out these streets, i got my hope in you
this is for the half-knots
to p-ss, i used the last pot
this could be your last stop
it’s hittin’ like my last drop
it’s us that’s on your tv screen
jesus pieces hitting off the light so you believe we free
always keep that energy
found out i’m the hardest in the room and i ain’t need to peek
can’t let her take control of me
she want it but i hold the p

[chorus]
look
this money weed
that ain’t what you need, that ain’t what you need (for real for real)
this money weed
that ain’t what you need, that ain’t what you need
for real

- parris chariz

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