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letra de no effort - reject da illest

[intro]
b-tch in there sleep, right back on the motherf-ckin’ road after i lay this down

[verse]
look, went to jail, didn’t tell, got a couple letters
bro on parole, strapped, on the run, and a felon
f-ck doing time, doing crime like they’ll never catch us
almost died driving drunk and still ain’t learn my f-ckin’ lesson
so ain’t sh-t i can tell him, pop me a pink
95 on the highway like i’m tryna escape
full tank, pound of loud on a regular day
i used to dream about this sh-t when i had nowhere to stay
now it ain’t nothing to f-ck my b-tches in a whole ‘nother state
blunt to the face, counting cake, treat the pill like a steak
promise when i get in mode, boy ain’t n0body safe
bro hit a bank, say when they catch him he ain’t going away, okay
thuggin’ ’til the finish, ask our momma to forgive us
tell the world to suck our d-ck and aim this b-tch at any witness
born to die we in the trenches, turn yo’ shooter to my victim
if you love him, get him, ’cause i promise not to miss him
bunch of cold hearted n-ggas gripping heaters in the car
we going crazy, tryna rip his ass apart
if you run into his fam, give them b-tches our regards
i’m the king of the jungle, drop a n-gga like i’m scar
one time for my momma, one time for my pops
free cody, r.i.p adam, f-ck the cops
one time for nyesi, r.i.p jimel, free bang, caught a body, 25 in the feds
one time for myself, b-tch i toot my own h-rn
apply pressure, wish i die, but n-gga never even saw me
westside, chi n-gga, plugged in milwaukee
license plates from cross the country, running lights and got it on me
me and bro was young as f-ck, going stupid in a stolie
shoutout to smokey, that’s a whole ‘nother story
it’s a honor if you know me, caught a case in south dakota
had a whole thing but they only found what i was smoking, dummy
nothing major, five grams, 600, arrested for the weed but he was mad about the money
tryna figure out where i worked, he was hurt, i was lucky
if he would’ve searched my bag he probably punch me
try again b-tch, had them bands hid b-tch
caught me then you let me out, i’m finna strike again b-tch
only way i’m getting stopped is if i get k!lled
and since god can’t die, we gon’ play until i win, god

- reject da illest

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