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letra de money or victims? (kayla's story) - potter payper

[verse]
yeah i knew this one girl when i was younger
and we was real close like sister and brother
we was playing out i used to let her wear my jumper
her mum was a crackhead on the block
and everybody used to cuss her
and her uncle was a nutter called steve
real scummy lookin’ brudda but
this was just everyday life in the gutter
before i blew a bag before i made my first one-er
i was innocent and pure like i wouldn’t melt b-tter
way before i was a little drug runner
as the years go by we’re getting older she’s getting buffer
but sh-t at home for her seems to only get rougher and
one day she told me some sh-t that made me shudder
when she broke down and said that steve used to touch her
i said we should run away ’cause i ain’t tryna see you suffer
then she looked at me and smiled and said “promise you won’t tell n0body”
then she broke down again i had to hug her
but sh-t’s changing in the hood i’m on the come up
i started getting bread picking grub up
and i got this .38 spin and the grips all rubber with my finger on the trigger
every time my line rings i’m just praying is this steve muhf-cker i’mma k!ll him
but then i went away they locked me up for four summers
sixteen seasons but when i’m back sh-t’s gettin’ tun up
said when i’m back sh-t’s gettin’ tun up
i’m thinking ’bout home girl i wrote her a letter she never wrote back
i heard she started sniffing with this pr-ck who said he loved her now
sniffing ain’t enough and she’s piping with her mother
i said sniffing ain’t enough so she’s piping with her mother and
now she’s 21 she’s afflicted with the sickness
she cries every time she sees herself in old pictures
she f-cks and sucks shottas and punters its all business
and the first time she ever took brown she got addicted
she had a crack baby her little princess got adopted
she tried to get clean but couldn’t seem to go the distance
now life ain’t life no more it’s an existence
and sh-t just got me thinking, am i making money or just victims?
so when i say i’m selling death i know the difference
i said sh-t just got me thinking, am i making money or just victims?
so the years go by and i’m a trappin’ -rs- rapper
i still kick it with home girl and her boyfriend’s my bagger
i give him 2 dark and make ya do the mo farrah
i said i give him 2 dark and make ya do the mo farrah but
let me not forget about that p-ssyhole steve
’cause i ain’t never told her and she wouldn’t believe
i served him on a back road in dagenham east
by the sh-tty bando where i was bagging for weeks
i beat him with my bare hands i weren’t letting him speak
and when i couldn’t beat him no more i dragged him up on his feet
he said “who the f-ck are you?” he was begging me please
blood p-ssing from his face as he struggled to breathe
i said “you scumbag nonce, i’m a friend of your niece”

- potter payper

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