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letra de intro (28208) - renegade gutta, gradea

renegade and gradea
easy to see why these n-ggas hate
trynna get this bread to keep our family straight
aye, 28208

n-ggas know about me they don’t know me though (huh)
they just know i’m wild like a rodeo (like what)
i hear my city doubting imma show em tho
i’m a one man army the real ralph polo (big dawg)
most n-ggas chickens el pollo (or rats)
that’s why i like to do my dirt dolo (facts)
ya boy back and he in go mode
but i ain’t trynna blow a n-gga down i’m trynna blow up
hold up, before i start snapping let me slow up (okay)
capo, who i wanted to be like when i grow up (big bruh)
when they said he guilty swear to god i wanted to throw up
so renegade imma throw that
any disrespect and i’ll beat a n-gga blue black
been out here since way back
still got the blue lac
was sliding through the city shooting sh-t and getting shot at
but i ain’t bragging on that sh-t (uh uh)
adrenaline just hit sometimes when you reminiscing (yeah)
playing with my life and my people’s i was trippin’ (yeah)
late nights lighting up a blunt in mama kitchen
i know this a gift from god cause this sh-t just come too easy
d-mn, if bruh ain’t get life i’ll be jammed
whamed, slammed
cause i don’t fold up
couldn’t event fold all the bread he used to show us
jt put me on weed, my sister used to roll up
play the had i was dealt, i’m good with tunkin’ (tunk)
i smiled through everything i felt, like a pumpkin
lil oodoops see gutta, and they just wanna hunch em (renegade)
and when you hear that (gradea on the beat you know it’s bunkin’)
from popping percs and xans, smoking all my weed (uh)
from popping out of sprinter vans with og’s (yea yea yea)
plain swisher leaf stuffed everything on me (i got it)
i’m the runner up how you change on me
they playing with that time i just bust down my watch
don’t bust down no thotty
girl i just want that top (yessir)
hoes pocket clocking trynna see how much i got
thinking with yo d-ck trynna pop and get popped (on god)
i feel like everything a plot now, cause i’m hot now
got d-mn, free all of my homies stuck on lock down (free po)
like a goalie, i can’t never seem to put my guard down
fourth and long, i don’t never punt
i need a first down
key home, that’s another homie just touch down (yessir)
people try to help me but i push them away
so use to being dolo, don’t like folks in my face
i ain’t getting on the phone if we ain’t got sh-t to say (i’m gone)
gutta ain’t you trynna rap, ain’t wrote sh-t in days
they sit around and act like this broke sh-t okay
so i found me a way, yea i made me a way (yessir)
i’m eyes on the prize baby i’m on my way (i’m on my way)
i’m not asking no more
these n-ggas d-ck riding shining, gutta ain’t a h0m- (ain’t no way)
now i ain’t gotta say a name cause if you know then you know (if you know you know)
need my pockets big and fat, heavy like a sumo
i get it out the mud, came from nothing getting better (getting better)
wear my emotions on the outside like a sweater
wipe a n-gga nose then just tell home get better
under the weather, cause his man got hit with hot metal
r m m bout them three letters (renegade)
channel 9 news and guess who got the f-cking header (who got the f-cking header)
she wanna suck me to my song, i think imma let her
right or wrong if you my dawg keep it g with me forever (fa sho)
free capo til he home (free my brother)
finally talked to man, man my n-gga sounded all alone
i told him keep his head up, we goin run this bread up
bringing all the k!llers home that what’s them p-ssies scared of
b-tch (huh)

- renegade gutta gradea

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