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letra de hella seasons - raq baby

[verse]
treat sh-t like checkers, it ain’t chess, bro survived, he feelin’ blessed
glad them shots ain’t hit his neck and up ’cause we wan’ send the rest
keep a big gen up on the vest, clappin’ sh-t, tryna see who next
when i was broke, no time for s-x, most of the time b-tches make me stressed
i feel like a fool, i been on the loose
shots went off forever, still ain’t tryna send a truce
losin’ a battle for your love, b-tch, i don’t know what to do
the world told mе that you be usin’ me, show me that it ain’t truе
know you wanna ride, come take this drive with me
we put our dracs up in the sky, so you gon’ die with me
for sure, i’ma let you shine, stay on this side with me
even when it’s bad for me, you’s better be glad for me
you drop salt all on my name, you die, she somethin’ like blasphemy
when you die, it’s tragedy, body cold and maggoty
n0body wouldn’t give me sh-t when i was down bad and raggedy
up bl!ck, we need that sh-t, i never had the cheese
on christmas, they passin’ things, i never had them things
pull up, givin’ b-tches d-ck, i never had a ring
put a b-tton on the back with a kriss, it ain’t full, no jammin’
see oops outside, we wrap ’em up, somethin’ like a sandwich thing
can’t see this, i got loyal sl-ts, don’t put me on no camera, please
give me a p, had a j in the hood, chasin’ this sh-t was fettuccine
don’t ask me why we clap sh-t up, b-tch, i got h-lla reasons
and a couple n-ggas survived and ducked, but it’s gon’ be h-lla seasons
can’t lie, i need you to help me, jesus, think i’m worser than devil, jesus
make me too mad, i be ready to crash, but i sent out like h-lla demons
sh-t like a pacifier, i’m on perkys bad, t–thin’
turn on friendly fire, feel like bro tryna raheim me
the hood done won a championship but crater glocks, you get one
all the stunts we pull is real, this ain’t no f-ckin’ sitcom
can’t decide what shoe i want, i might just go the rick one
can’t f-ck with me, if you wanna try, then your b-tch knowin’
if you don’t shoot, i’ma handle you, i better see your bl!ck blowin’
i don’t got time to ramble you, b-tch, get it together, this sh-t annoyin’
i went up, passed everybody, who next? n-gga, i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em
last whip, we caught got h-lla shots, who the next whip we sittin’ on?
think it’s sweet, got his ass robbed for tryna put that sh-t on
got to the point had to get a job, this life i live ain’t hittin’ on
sh-t, n-gga ain’t gettin’ no pass, we lay in the grass, we sittin’ on him
sh-t, oh, you don’t think it’s gon’ last, boy, we on your ass
with bl!ck, i’ma crash, see opps, i’ma spazz
we got that drop, know what you got when we get on your ass
the opps be talkin’ bad but n0body can save they ass
don’t do sh-t with no randoms, l send shots with my clan

- raq baby

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