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letra de 502 came up - relaclass

[intro]
yeah-yeah-eah-eah
for real though
it’s so wild, man
this sh-t crazy, yeah

[verse 1]
woke up in the hills this morning
asking myself, how did i get here this morning?
‘vante parker in that teal and orange
and russell in that gold and purple
youngest from the ville, important
i used to sit up in my room and ponder
finish school and get a doctor’s?
i’m twenty-two, i gotta get it now
man who knew he’d have it figured out?
trapsoul, man, i crack codes
crack cocaine, that’s what we putting out
these f-ck n-ggas saying
don’t forget when you was broke, i was looking out
and some say there’s levеls to this sh-t
d-mn, look at all the levels that i skippеd
feeling like there’s a medal i should get
all these haters getting heavy on my d-ck
look at my n-ggas, chasing paper, getting books with my n-ggas
so how the f-ck can people back home say i shook on my n-ggas?
your two cents ain’t working for me
all you n-ggas sound commercial to me, man
i don’t like commercial n-ggas
please shut the f-ck up before i hurt you (f-ck your feelings)
don’t take it personal (it’s nothing personal)
this a derby city come up, this a derby city vertical
first 48, straight murder you
[interlude]
for years and years we waited on this, living in a place folks didn’t know exist
surprise motherf-cker, we up in this b-tch
i said i’m back and i’m so much better
i’m so, so much better and i won’t stop (louis)
i can’t stop, not now (louis) not ever (louis, louis)

[verse 2]
louis slugger with the hits
knock them out the park then i’m knocking down your b-tch
i’m watching how you pitch
i’m not from houston, no, i’m not from ’round the six
got the four series, i should cop the six after the world series
i just talked to rich ’bout palm trees and bad b-tches
and how these snakes can harm me with bad business
d-mn, f-ck out of here, n-gga
it’s very rare for young black men to come up out of here, n-gga
some will call it luck and some will call me up, i ain’t heard from you in years
please get the f-ck out my ear, n-gga
my peers get it, only g-o-d can judge me, f-ck the jurisdiction
i’m working, ain’t got time for thirsting over how these chicks appear in pictures
i’m just painting crystal-clear pictures, brushing up on my lyrics n-gga
i just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us
i guess all i ever had to do was take this sh-t a little more serious
let’s get it
[outro]
there’s not much to say
woah, i’m from the southside
god tiller
d-mn

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