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letra de 1998 - raiyu

verse 1
raiyu

and im always wit my bruddas yea we riding
we was hanging out the windows, empty pockets
playing old yachty, speeding like some rockets
looking out for any ops, that think they mobbing

and we never had no food up in the pantry
but i never asked for help, so i can thank me
i was always pretty, never had no acne
so dem b-tches climb up on me, like a d-mn tree
ay
now im rapping, baught a mic and i can thank me
said im tryna get some money for my family
i just want my lil baby to be happy
i try to stay up out the streets for you
but it attracts me
“why you always worry bout me”, what she asked me
cause i been through sittuations where they blasting
thats why im always paranoid i think they planning
i never trust the plug, i know whats up, i know they scamming
yea i see, but i dont speak, i know they acting
i try to keep away from lames cause they distracting
and im tryna keep away from all that action
but thats all i think about like its a p-ssion
i got them thoughts up in my head about the clapping, pull up on you, break your block down, steady smashing
if its 12 pull us over, i think we g-ssing
i used to jump up in a strangers car steady sn-tching
said im riding through your city nearly crashing
bro got f-cked up from the lean, sh-t was tragic
all the sh-t that i done seem you can’t imagine
i guess that sh-t straight turn me to a savage

verse 2
jha

i see you bobbin ya head how could you hate this
yo b-tch want me well she have to get on the wait list
now do you f-cking rate this n-gga ? or do you rate this ?
5 star k!ller in the skreet feel like the greatest
now i ain’t have none broke no figures made it flip
i been done selling dope so i ain’t owe a n-gga sh-t
i’m a god f-ck a god tell that n-gga suck my d-ck
you got a problem dats your problem not my problem and dats it
now i ain’t f-cking w/ no b-tches i’m just tryna get the cash hoe
i take it myself cos you get nothing that you ask for
sign a real n-gga a deal what the h-ll you pay these b-tches for
weak b-tch beats that be playing on the radio
and i ain’t throwing heat im just evening the ratio
walking to work while these whack b-tches is driving lambos
a hunnit whack n-ggas ain’t enough for dis ammo
i’m creepin in the east
w/ the heat
as i tip toe
i’m greatest i’m the man underdog from 863
ain’t got no patience need dem bands i need a ring and mvp
catch me slipping b-tch you thought
catch you slipping sipping tea
knock yo brains out mf see your thoughts spread on skreet
and your girl spread on my sheets
i beat that p-ssy on yo sheets
you a lame cos you t–ts
that ugly nose n ugly feet betch

863

- raiyu

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