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letra de only the strong survive 4 - pe$o pete

[intro: pe$o pete]
guys, this battle we’re fighting isn’t just for us
this is for the world

[verse 1: pe$o pete & omarcameup]
hand it, hand make waves wit’ broski, we got swag and the bag on us
hand in hand, hammer clap wit’ motion, handle has-beens with my blood (omar on the come up!)
never had none but a li’l hood trophy, scar on my back help lift me up
down wit’ bro, that’s man ’til blood, start spill and guns get drawn on us
that’s when sh-t get real, gotta keep li’l bro in line, make sure he stunt
see, where we from, never had no luck, it’s either up or bronem f-cked
look at our cause, got curse to the core, am i human? i’m not sure
so every time, gotta call that bluff, make sure we up and don’t get crushed
look how they sullied the narrative, family ties, had to pry and unbury them
weight from the dead, ain’t no choice how i carry it, play with my burdens and we unload the scariest, bump!
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout yo’ friends, i don’t care ’bout yo’ chumps, don’t care what you bump
wanna know what i care about? tell you what’s up, wanna roll up a backwood thick as a stump
and count sh-t up, no, i’m not a bluffer, i stay with my brothers
if you wanna run up and test one of us, then we might have to go get sh-t crushed
oh, king of the curse? you finna show me what’s worse? we eat that up
all i got homies dead, soiled plans, i’m tryna run up my ones (homies dead, soiled plans, i’m tryna run my ones)
i need to retain my focus, hemoglobin, i throw like spear on trojan
when i flow in me, nomad, we gon’ pull up on him and leave him… uh
ocean, leakin’, don’t know where i’m goin’, but i’m still beastin’
man, sh-t overflow and the cut might steep, r.i.p. to the bros, bodies keep creekin’
gotta share what we got, bro, this plot all we got, prayers up for the bros whether know it or not
we got gojo out box, but he stuck in that box, and for twin, li’l todo, don’t know if he good or not
i’m turnin’ to choso, you know that’s real big, big, big bro though, what do i do?
we stuck in that womb, he understands what it feel to be cursed, like “what do we do?”
[verse 2: pe$o pete & blvk divmonds]
lookin’ around, where is my crew? uh, rct, won’t move, i’m screwed (rct, won’t move, i’m screwed)
bro-bro, lock in, focus yo’ breathin’, hit you some za, we seein’ it through (okay)
i’m seein’ an enemy, how do i toast ’em? like maybe we corner ’em, that’s how i ghost ’em (how?!)
huntin’ ’em down, blood blast through ’em, domain stretch, get popped like soda
i’m tryin’ to focus the blood flow, but these tears flow down so potent
uh, set up, i’m ready to go, blood rain downflow, deep sh-t, ocean (yeah)
man, these demons ain’t got remorse, so i think it’s time we stooped to our lowest
yeah, clap my hands, sh-t scorch, this sh-t hit ’em, he gon’ cease motion

[verse 3: blvk divmonds]
uh, hi-high pressure, gotta aim better (aye, aye, gotta aim, grr!)
see a opp, eyes get redder, blood on boil, sh-t heat like ledger (like ledger)
cursed energy, run in my veins, ran into ’em, he beat, i’m better (run in my veins, i’m better)
my flow, red scale sever, any y’all bonds that ain’t my brudda (my brudda)
blood in hand, this supernova sh-t heat up quick, might light my blunt (blunt)
hand-to-hand, don’t really do hoe sh-t, we t up, it’s cuff-to-cuff (cuff-to-cuff)
fake curses, i swore y’all wit’ me? certain sh-t they can’t pull off wit’ me (y’all wit’ me? pull off wit’ me)
death paintin’ these warhols really, can’t talk aura, sh-t wore off quickly (warhols really, whoa)
tell me who better than i, bro at my side, we tacklin’ gods (gods)
tarot, we shuffled the cards, i pull a sword, then we topplin’ odds (topplin’)
he said it’s all dark, no chance of us winnin’, obviously somebody lied (winnin’, somebody lied)
said we valid to slide, journey gon’ end wit’ him talkin’ to god (to god)
it might take all of us to get past ’em, bro, you set up the front and i’ll blast ’em (past ’em)
runnin’ plays like… like madden, pop out the cut like a silent assassin (silent assassin)
they gon’ get introduced to convergence, ho, i play wit’ the blood like a surgeon (uh)
i got meteors lit up around ’em, when they all hit the ground, then he dirtied
[verse 4: pe$o pete]
d-mn, they did bro dirty, pass me the ball, boy, i’m puttin’ thirty
see ben frank bussin’, bro, got flirty, and the opps i crush, there’s no use hurting
like big bro choso, opps done merked ’em, we sat at the table, our final service
these tears flow down, li’l b-tch, i’m hurtin’, reunion, it turned into eulogy curses
d-mn, what’s worse is sukuna back in strong, he tryna put me and big bro in a bong
i’m just tryna make me a world where it stop, tryna make me a world where we all belong
but instead, curses bled, all my homies dead and gone
my teacher’s dead, homies dead, the future’s dead if we facin’ a loss

[beat switch]

[skit 1: pe$o pete & wyt]
and you really might, yuji, todo, throw me in! ah, i’m working on it
ah, ah, d-mn, sukuna, ah, i won’t let you w—, you foolish boy, domain expansio— (órale, wyt)
wait… dude, is that… dude, is that gojo?!
what the f-ck?! how did he get—, oh, it’s yuta

[verse 5: pe$o pete]
li’l b-tch, i’m back from the dead, they thought pe$o was kenny ’cause scar on my head, d-mn
li’l b-tch, i’m back from the dead, they thought pe$o was gojo ’cause limitless bread, d-mn
li’l b-tch, i’m back from the dead, better yet, boy, it’s yuta, i’m stuck in his head, d-mn
li’l b-tch, i’m back from the dead with a couple of colors, it’s blue and it’s red, d-mn
how could i hesitate? money count meditate, built me a legacy, no point in settlin’
first-place medalist, never embellish it, hand/fist settle it, ah, d-mn
hand on my metal, we todo and rattle him, hand on my metal, yo’ money turn margarine
look at the draft pe$o, first pick startin’ sh-t, barter and talk like you harder, no angle will harm the kid
wonder guard kit, got them wonderin’ guardlessly, that’s when we snuck in the castle, no armaments
burned down yo’ flag, burnin’ za my parliament, he said we dead, only method he lyin’
’cause where pe$o lyin’, ain’t n0body dyin’, man, three minutes left ’til the clock go red
it’s three minutes left, leave bro behead, if it’s three minutes left, i got bars like fent
red-blue combo, he can’t believe it, is that in my -rs-nal? purple gon’ seek ’em, ah
purple’ gon’ beam ’em, ah, ooh, ah, eee! my leg!
[skit 2: pe$o pete]
yo, is bro good? yo, get up off the—, yo, get up, bro
yo, his controller, yo

- peo pete

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