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letra de everybody can't go - payroll giovanni

[verse 1]
everybody can’t go, you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh-t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f-ck ’em, make ’em hate more
used to sell the sh-t to task force [?]
now my pockets stuffed from a [?]
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
them cloudy ass chain, n-gga, who the f-ck done made those?
payroll giovanni this what i was raised for
been the boss, the cause been paid for
i rap when the yay’s slow, turn my hobby into a job
turn my young n-gga onto some game made him a part of the mob
n-gga get your money right don’t chase that b-tch
get up off your ass go and make that flip
f-ck being comfy, had to take that risk
had somе leaches on a n-gga, had to shake that sh-t
sеll them b-tches whole, i don’t break that sh-t
n-ggas just rapping bunch of made-up sh-t
remember hustlin’ all week and barely changed up fits
now all week i can change up whips
never quit, n-gga
[chorus]
everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh-t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f-ck ’em, make ’em hate more

everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh-t i was made for
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
everybody can’t go

[verse 2]
i’m on my sh-t, can’t get thrown off by a n-gga or a b-tch a whip or a kit
it’s up to me to end up poor or rich
still pouring crist’ feeling like jigga and big
bought a brick then i threw my lil n-gga a bit
first i bust down that prezi then i bought that benz
parked it where i sold reggies, where my story begin
i’m a fenkell baby used to run with rj in flint
got some block brothers but i treat them just like kin
goals growing up was find some work, fiends give a ten
first gun was two-five it needed a pin
we was active outside we was beefing as kids
kush bowls in the house it was reekin’ the crib
the dumb sh-t around me won’t see ’em with me again
i got to keep a pistol ’round every city i’m in
remember blowing money back to selling fifties again
they jumped sh-t and doubled back like they was with me again
i told them…
[chorus]
everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh-t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f-ck ’em, make ’em hate more

everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh-t i was made for
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
everybody can’t go

[outro]
everybody can’t go
put your work in, n-gga
put your grind in
what’s your grind ’bout?

- payroll giovanni

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