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letra de no deal - r.t.l.s

verse 1:
yeah, rollin’ through the streets, a young g in the game
had to make a name, life ain’t never been the same
started with a hustle, just a kid with a dream
stackin’ cash fast, but it ain’t what it seemed
got my homies on the block, but we livin’ real dangerous
money comin’ quick, but the headlines are heinous
sippin’ on the 40, feelin’ numb to the pain
till that knock on the door, now i’m drownin’ in shame

verse 2:
yeah, i’m spittin’ these rhymes, i turned my life around
from the blocks to the booth, now my voicе is profound
every line that i drop, it’s a lesson lеarned
tyin’ up my past, watch that bridge get burned
used to push the weight, now i’m pushin’ these bars
reppin’ for my homies, yeah, we shootin’ for the stars
so i’ll tell my story, keep it raw, keep it real
music my salvation, it’s the pain that i feel

verse 3:
so we rise from the ashes, yeah, we doin’ it big
from the streets to the stage, livin’ life as a gig
this rap game’s a battlefield, but i’m armed with my sk!ll
got a purpose now, man, my heart’s on the thrill

verse 4:
yo, it was all about the green, stacks of dough in the back
but my homie got popped, now i’m feelin’ the crack
cried a river for my brother, man, he was my right hand
lost to the streets, just another dead man
thought i was a king, but the crown turned to rust
now i’m lookin’ in the mirror, seein’ only disgust
but i’m searchin’ for a way out, don’t wanna be a ghost
so i picked up the mic, now i’m raisin’ a toast

verse 5:
uh, now i’m rockin’ the shows, blowin’ up every stage
left the dope game behind, turnin’ over a new page
yeah, i miss my homies, but i gotta stay strong
in the city of angels, where we’ve done wrong so long
no more runnin’ from the shadows of my past life
grabbin’ mics instead of knives, i’m done with the strife
from the block to the beat, i’m create my own fate
this is just a story, but it ain’t too late

verse 6:
yeah, we turnin’ the tide, takin’ back what we lost
every verse that we spit, rememberin’ that cost
so if you’re stuck in the game, and you feelin’ that pain
know there’s hope in the struggle, you can break those chains
this is a story, fictitious but real
from the block to the beat, now we know how to heal

- r t l s

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