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letra de wait for you - ra

[verse]
on the streets watch your head back
forget all the talking, either leave him or you stretch that
you know where my head’s at
the deen’s where my meds at
free all my getbacks, i’ll see you when you get back
i’m a g, i don’t take chat
and if i feel a type of way believe i’m gon’ address that
it’s me or the bros with the threes, me gon’ take that
you never knew my struggle before this so how you tryna brush it?
you never knew my hustle before this and how i had to buss it
you nеver knew the pain i was going through, how i had to hush it
thеse likkle youts don’t know badness but they wanna chuck it
i was going shop with my mother, brother i had to tuck it
so why you acting like i don’t deserve to grab the bucket?
bro got a thirty year straight rack, i had to hug him
i cried tears, i need an ocean, couldn’t grab a bucket
on road i knew the right thing but always tried to duck it
what’s the point of having a plug if you always try to suck it?
i was really on the grind, i swear i spoke about this trap sh-t
i see you’re doing fine so you can gloat about this rap sh-t
never hate the grind, i really hope you grab the bag quick
double row .45, i’ll smoke you if you chat sh-t
jailhouse, broke his jaw bone like some crabsticks
eight donnies tried to step to me and i stabbed six
n-ggas been eating while i’m gone, the little fat sh-ts
remember them times when we were broke and never had sh-t
when i was fifteen i seen my brudda smoke a crack spliff
but that’s the road and how it goes when you do mad sh-t
from spinning po’s to bullet holes in a man’s wig
from dinging ghosts from dealing o’s and then we had bricks
helicopter chases had me wiping down this mac clip
how much times i tried to leave the hood, i couldn’t do it
kept getting drawn out, got l-plated, nearly blew it
gave bro the mac, told him “bun him” but he couldn’t do it
nothing but dua for my mum and dad, i put ’em through it
so on the streets watch your head back
forget all the gassing, either leave him or you stretch that
you know where my meds at, the deen’s where my head’s at
free all my getbacks, i’ll see you when you get back
i’m a g, i don’t take chat
and if i feel a type of way believe i’m gon’ address that
it’s me or the bros with the threes, me gon’ take that
fifteen, i fell deep into this gang sh-t
you know them y.o. antics
brudda sent the jail kite, the next day i mashed it
g-ynor went and cracked it, problem we just whacked it
laser on his dad’s crib, spray it then i mashed it
late night, i khalased it cause now i’m praying in the masjid

- ra

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