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letra de my story - rio da yung og

[intro]
(ooooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse]
i got 2 drakes, lets have a standoff
i could use a shoelace and knock your mans off
squeezing de, trynna pop the n-gga head off
he ran from the 50cal, i done knocked the n-gga leg off
ain’t really have no friends, got my first bike, took the pegs off
i only ran one time in my life, from a red dog
body in the bando got streets stanking like a dead dog
ash hit my line with some glass, that’s a red call
n-gga you ain’t never drunk glass hi-tech
i heard they got some new drank, i wanna try that
plus all the real drank sippers sayin it taste like act’
f-ck around and took too many percs, i can’t fight back
fell asleep mid stroke, she said i never nutted
always stood my place in the line, i ain’t never cut it
we can talk about pape, but that’s a different subject
my n-gga took 2 to the face, he got k!lled for nothing
they popped my brother in the dope house, he got k!lled for hustling
he pulled up in the time i needed him, he real for coming
though my cousin deaf, but i can’t bring him around, he always steal something
now i don’t really like be with baby ghost, he wanna k!ll something
thousand blue hunnids on me now, that’s a real hundred
drinking green with the codeine, it’s a teal color
he act like he was really getting money, and she fell for it
month later the b-tch found out, he really steal from her
got into it with my baby mama, took the kids from her
i drunk too much cough syrup, got my rib hurting
in a minute, hunnid racks for a verse, a ad-lib 30
‘member when i crashed my 4-wheeler, my back still hurting
and i’m too sore to fight right now, my strap still working
boy all you k!ll is p-ssy, my shooter k!lled a real person
hit the n-gga in the head, he looking real nervous
low-top louis vuittons on, got my heels hurting
they k!lled my brother 2013, my heart still hurting
i really don’t think my heart working, i need a real surgery
n-ggas taking what i said and switching it up, ain’t that perjury?
i’m that ghetto n-gga from the 810, you ain’t heard of me?
ghetto boy sh-t we look at peezy like master p
and stop saying what you gon’ do to me, that’s blasphemy
and just know, i turn into c-murder when i blast the heat
spin around the block, cut the lights off, you just passed the street
ain’t got my heat, i woke up looking for somebody ass to beat
n-ggas tried to go to war with me, i shot up half the street
so you saying give you a verse for two-thou, that’s what you askin’ me?
if i trip and fall on this beat, don’t laugh at me
what the f-ck is ten-thou, that’s a stack to me
what the f-ck is a h-llcat, that’s a cab to me
b-tch you don’t get no benefits, if you wasn’t sitting in the lab with me
won’t put my hands on my b-tch, i had dream of her stabbing me
too much cough syrup, i got a cavity
need to lay back on the weed, i smoked a half a p
i got a fiend that only buy rocks, but smoke a half a week
imma bust a b-tch down first, mike after me
serving white kids on 8-mile that look like eminem
the glock i got is a gun, that’s a synonym
baby these are diors not timberlands
told you that’s all i wear, i don’t think you are listening
golden sun did the chain, you see it glistening
it’s a snake in the grass, i heard it hiss in it
i only use this toilet here to flush dope, i don’t p-ss in it
with a pair amiri jeans on, they don’t sell in michigan
in a 550 benz, riding on michelins
this n-gga bought a big pop, and poured trish in it
if you see me in the mall, i got my bl!ck in it
and this is not a standard clip in it, i got a stick in it

- rio da yung og

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