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letra de sunday morning freestyle - propain

[intro]
g&b

[verse]
look, pull up, i’m servin’ ’em pain (servin’ ’em pain)
i runs out the mud with no dirt on my name (dirt on my name)
n-gga, i’m swervin’ the lane, i’m tryna murder her frame
she only ride ’cause she out here yearnin’ for fame, she want the perks of the game
i told her, “relax,” ho, as a matter of fact, look i’m a god, i just happen to rap
streets done went dry now they askin’ for crack (uh)
f-ck it, it’s time to get back in the trap (yeah)
mixin’ the soda, i’m inchin’ for quota, i’m bendin’ the corners, the strap in the lap
diamonds is crazy, ain’t nothin’ fugazi, you thinkin’ ’bout takin’ it, rat-a-tat-tat
boy, you a ho, you ain’t gang, you a rat
i ain’t got no deal, i ain’t hangin’ no plaques
come to my city though, ask about pro’, they gon’ tell you, my n-gga, everything done went plat’
f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout, rain or the snow, i’m never breakin’ the code (yeah)
nah, i done seen gangs get low, and then they go change on they bros (d-mn)
yeah, rappers was flame now they cold, now they ain’t bringin’ in shows
so they confused ’cause they famous and broke and they callin’ the devil, exchangin’ they soul (amen)
sh-t, must be tough (must be tough)
ayy, n-ggas said pro’ say fell off, what he on? sh-t, it must be dust (must be dust)
ayy, did it on my own, ain’t a n-gga who could say that he done front me bucks (nothin’)
ayy, self-made sh-t, this forever trill, baby, you could trust we up
with the roof gone yellin’, “f-ck starski and hutch”
i never trust her, ha, ’cause soon as you love her, that’s when the snake in the cover
n-ggas give life to a stranger out here, then they turn ’round then they gon’ k!ll they own brother (ah)
show ’em your back and they stabbin’ away (yeah)
cats should be real, but they actions is fake (yeah)
lucky this sh-t here ain’t back in the day (yeah)
i done had teachers throw waste to the face (bah)
f-ck all that beefin’ sh-t, i need some money, b-tch, my only focus is crackin’ the safe
i’m from the jungle, we scr-p with the apes (yeah)
call us the tracker, your ass can’t escape
speakin’ of game, i was locked down on my ass, my cousin then passed me the play (yeah)
i was in cali with pooch and the plug, he sittin’ on the green like he cappin’ a bank (ah)
bad lil’ b-tch lemme crash at her place
i don’t want no love though, i’m stackin’ a safe (yeah)
used to watch junkies shoot crack up they veins (uh)
lord, help me, i can’t go back to that, mane (back to that, man)
for real (mmm), they got us trapped in a maze
i’m talkin’ since masters and slaves
n-gga, if you black, we the same
[outro]
look, it’s deeper than rags and the gangs
it’s deeper than slabs and the chains
they k!ll us then pass us the blame
we protest a sec then it passes away
f-ck, we need more malcolms and kings
too many fab’ and lil waynes
them n-ggas dope, haha
ain’t no diss, but the real ones is really gon’ grasp what i’m sayin’
let’s draw up a map and get paid
load up the assets, save, n-gga
born to lose, race to win sh-t, n-gga, forever trill

- propain

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