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letra de tough luv - quincey white

[intro]
let’s go
my whole life been a walk in the park, n-gga
y’all forgot what that mean
huh

[verse]
probably would debated gang, knowin’ they’ll tell on you
if you got popped on the mission, they’ll bail on you
spent the funds out the pocket, get a proper barrel for you
still reppin’ to get protected from other terrorities
when enemies came, they ain’t say, “shoot him
but don’t shoot him, he don’t look like he bang”
’cause your residence is destined that you all get sprayed
so the choice is made for you before the choice can get made, ho
it’s crazy how non-affiliates get famous and start claimin’ sh-t
talkin’ bad ’til they cross paths with real gangster sh-t
to be honest, my friend, it’s extremely overrated
the internet got reality tainted
you are what you eat, what you consume ain’t the greatest
but what you feed your mind and your gut, n-gga, you f-cked
if you thinkin’, “ah, this n-gga preachin’,” then shush
some n-ggas need to hear what i gotta say and shut the f-ck up
don’t make a death wish and be receptive of for some tough love
if you tryna grow, you know you gotta plant the seeds first
please stay away from people thinkin’ they don’t need work
goin’ down my timeline, all i see is booty pics
and wonderin’ why life givin’ me the ass end of the stick
no accountability can hinder your ability
to see with real eyes and realize you your own enemy
point a finger in the mirror, it’s gon’ point one right back at you
i take the blame for my own failures, my team don’t have to
and when the sink ship, y’all love to blame somebody else
but when you reach the shore, you’re sure to just credit yourself
i put my heart in this art sh-t, what y’all get is rawness
up out this apartment, regardless of lack of funds that’s made from it
i just wanna be a great in it and have a great summer
when my daughter’s studio don’t gotta bother
’cause i put enough work in to flow through the rest of the year like water
even in the drought, n-gga, i’m from south central
if it’s issues on what i issue, i don’t pull pistols out
we can talk it out like men do
i’ma ask you, “homie, look, what did i say to offend you?”
when i’m speakin’ my truth and i’m speakin’ yours too
whether your flag brown, orange, red, or blue
my brother, from another, tough what i give you

- quincey white

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