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letra de hobby - payroll giovanni

[intro]
doughboyz cashout
for life, n-gga
you heard what i said? for life
sh-t ain’t gon’ stop
4-1

[verse 1]
rap was just a hobby, then it changed my life (yup)
i was just fine rearrangin’ white (yeah)
and spendin’ drug money in exchange for nights
my heart was pumpin’ ’til i saw the narcs make a right
d-mn, all the pounds are short? let me make it right
i didn’t even weigh ’em, sh-t, they fresh off of a flight (my fault)
what i owe you? ’bout three or four zips?
i threw an extra half in on top of that sh-t (yeah)
sorry for the inconvenience, i’m ’bout bidness (yuh)
this n-gga don’t rap, so no pictures (don’t take no pictures in here)
i was only rappin’ to impress my n-ggas
just to hear ’em go, “ooh,” to the truth i was spittin’
back-to-back benz’s – me, fresh, and b. smith (yeah)
if you pull up on my block, you smell a strong weed scent (what’s that?)
’cause i got a hunid 4’s in a foreclosed home
can you buy ’em? h-ll no, they already spoken for

[bridge]
i got work flyin’ in and out of town (in and out)
sell ’em whole, i don’t break ’em down (we don’t break sh-t down)
i built a empire from the ground (ground up, n-gga)
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with us now (they never was)
“he ain’t fell off yet,” they like, “how?” (how?)
b-tches stare at my neck, they like, “wow” (god d-mn!)
i don’t chase no dollars, i make piles (yup)
boy, i been around the dope game since a child (yeah)

[verse 2]
giovanni, baby, rose-gold rope like the ’80s (uh)
cocaine mercedes, i level up daily (daily)
you wanna get some motivation in your life? then, play me (yeah)
don’t wanna be a boss? i suggest you cut it off (cut my sh-t off)
dbc is the clique that i claim (for life)
n-ggas wanna see us lose, they b-tches we gain (come here)
i used to spend mornin’s, hearin’ fiends complain
just sh-t i think about while first-class on the plane (yeah)
the grower sendin’ boxes, said he got a new strain
when we done, meet at clemens, i bought everybody chains (everybody)
n-ggas i never f-ck with say a n-gga changed (he changed)
how the f-ck would you know? boy, i barely know your name (f-ck is you?)
i ain’t put in all this work to stay the same (nah)
boy, i did all that dirt, so i could gain (yuh)
was ’bout to walk away from this rap sh-t
then, roc came to me in my dreams, told me, “don’t quit”

- payroll giovanni

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