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letra de don't make it (feat. d'monae) - phillyj.sky

[chorus: d’monae]
tell em that i’m coming up (coming up)
4 shot rock sh-lls running up (yeah, yeah)
some see light so just take it
cause we all don’t make it (make it)
cause we all don’t make it
stuck in the trenches, money tryna’ take it (mmmm)
but we all don’t make it (nah)
we all don’t make it

[verse 1: phillyj.sky]
grew up with a strap in my hand, age of 15
cold in the trenches tryna’ duck from the feens (hah)
gun shots flying, (blah blah) movie scene
we just some young hittas’ tryna’ chase after some green (yeah)
a mil here mil there we would be livin’ the dream
(but wait) i remember dashing through a puddle of blood (ya)
too many snakes to call this grity city brotherly love (what)
cold hearted out here in philly cause we straight from the mud (ah)
if you ain’t a stud or selling bud
you won’t make it out from the mud (nah)
like water clogging up the trenches
like creating a flood (yeah)
for what? not gettin’ paid $15 for some bud?
or the c0ke they never had
but f-ck it ima’ get this dub aye (aye)
cause this is dub f-cking nation (ya)
chains rocking and wrist ice skating
yeah, why the f-ck they hatin’?
cause i got a dream drawn up like a paintin’ (yeah)

[verse 2: phillyj.sky]
(uh)
back then i was back down (yeah)
went to philly for a re-up with a mac round (ha)
flipping rocks selling by the quarter pound
i was matty ly the one the p-ssies tried to hold me down (yeah)
50 set up playing trickery (what)
the black dress was conquered for your history (haha)
had to fight off all the pain to claim the victory
now i’m dripping with my ice
it got me feeling slippery, (haha) yeah
man them diamonds got the clarity (yeah)
i tell them 401 like im 70 (d-mn)
yeah i stay whipping the pot in the kitchen
b-tch i’m betty crocker with the recipe (ahh)
old head for that angel dust (yeah)
hard work for that paper was nothin’ new to us (nah)
cops was staking out
the whole team was nervous
2 bullet holes in m
man that sh-t was dangerous
(r.i.p. marquise, tell em’)

[outro: d’monae]
cause we all don’t make it
no, we all don’t make it
we all don’t make it
we all don’t make it, no

- phillyj sky

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