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letra de rotc - rel carter

[verse 1: pariis noel] “yeah yeah yeah yeah… yeah this where the pressure come in right here”

yeah–this is how we bring it in out the gate
telling everybody get out the way
invade the premise it’s a bunch menace coming from two different cities here not to play
succeed at never falling short of great
plan on hitting every point that make
my time is money audamar piguet
don’t you ever tell me what i can say
leave town head to a different country cause a n-gg- hit all the states
tryna catch a show in saint tropez
rel how the f-ck we playing today?
this a celebration hip hip hooray
for all the moments that i couldn’t catch a break
i’m on a motive just to clear my mistakes
the gr-ss cut low to see all the snakes
oh no wait (woah woah woah) d-mn take it slow
me and l back to back on road
like tommy ghost through the wash and folds
we then heard a whole lotta no’s
but i became a yes man–all about possession
you the type to take a hand shake with a left hand
coming out my city as the goat nothing less then
with i don’t think you n-gg-s know who you messin
running like jones yeah pac-man pac-man (yeah yeah yeah)
10 years old when a n-gg- started rappin
everything that’s gold that i touch going platinum/
independently i ain’t taking no advance
this what you call a real n-gg- anthem
all from the city where they mostly attacking
ima be the one to really it on the map then
after this one ima go get a lap dance t
ime to relax d-mn (god d-mn)

[verse 2: lorenzo burez]: these f-ck n-gg-s can’t hold me
drive the lane like kobe i don’t condone all that gunplay but i’ll dump this b-tch like gen-blili
two bank rolls me
block jumping lota air time where i’m from there’s no excuses just have my money by the deadline (i need that pr-nto n-gg-)
look she made a wish in the wishing well begging for new burkin
i just want the new maybach so i can hit that p-ssy open curtains
wide body two lanin this d’usse got me swerving
spilled the yak on this new sweater cop another pockets never hurtin
whoa momma never raised hoe but you can try me if you wanna
had to get it out the mud this for my n-gg-s on corner you can get spinned like a dj my n-gg- you don’t want that drama burt road west side detroit you don’t want no problems n-gg-

[verse 3: breezay] i remember thinking suicide
now i’m feeling true inside
talks with my mother gave me clarity
when i felt crucified

started off good here
corrupted by the hood prolly
uncle said murder ain’t nothing
but getting over your first body

body more murder land
n-gg-s know nothing but a couple grams
living forever wasn’t in the plans
ready to die right where they stand

only get one time around
do it right and ya live twice
you like shining on the gram
then it’s lights out like it’s midnight

where i’m from you gotta problem
you better say that sh-t
you got female tendencies dug
they going spray that b-tch

police department corrupt
and the system is fixed
n-gg-s hate on each other
like they getting paid for the sh-t

it’s enough to make a man cry
felt lost when i seen my man die
full metal jackets in the winter
black talons raining from a red sky
kids gone from a young age
shorty know how to grip the pump
n he had his first piece of p-ssy
before he could tie his tennis up

everyday a struggle these n-gg-s tryna be lyrical
f-ck a punch line the sh-t i’m kicking is spiritual
how i survive the drama i’m starting to believe in miracles
i’m the chosen one that affirmation is ritual

every n-gg- that i know done been to jail and back
or been shot n stabbed n i survived without a scratch
guns pulled on me n everything still intact
either i’m god’s son or i died and came back

you tell me!

[verse 4: whyteboy frazier]:
baltimore wtf is up

in the trenches where they found me
nothing but poverty round me
dropped me off to the wolves, now i lead the pack, tell em come crown me
i’m the one that they doubted, im the one that they outed
call me 360 fraz, young n-gg- well rounded
five thou in my left pocket, ima stunt hard since my ex watching
‘fore i wife her gotta test drive it
she get in the whip with and head bobbing
ain’t no breaks with me, n-gg-s can’t stop me
loadin clips, poppin pistols, i’m the sh-t, need some tissue
mail worker, handle issues, i’m conceited, just a little
but this what they like sh-t
when its beef we don’t type sh-t
we gon shoot em on site sh-t
catch em at the red light sh-t
bow !

- rel carter

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