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letra de philly soul - rj payne

[intro: ot the real]
uh huh, on the real
payne, what up?

[verse 1: ot the real]
some of my friends gettin’ released lookin’ for home plans
the case worker’s contemplatin’ grabbin’ his own grams
the smart youngins play the (?) and let they (?)
no one’s gon’ catch you if you fall, you a grown man
the cops wildin’, the block’s tryin’ to throw sh-t at ’em
it’s more brutal, there’s more funerals, more (?)
remember days the guards would search us every quarter after
in the cell i’d hold the b-tton tryin’ to flush the toilet faster
they say you gotta stay down in order to come up
you (?) too much, they gon’ melt in the summer
but when you gettin’ it and it booms is when you get the cut up
but when they get you in that room, don’t forget to shut up
swervin’, servin’ through the city still
cops more aggressive, don’t move ya hands from that steerin’ wheel
one man’s here for that money, one man’s here to k!ll
either caliber or the cuffs, you gon’ feel the steel
heaven, h-ll, all i know’s i hit him, and his weapons fell
i know dudes with life who didn’t do it, but they never tell
minimum date on his status sheet’s just got the letter l
tryin’ to see fettuccini without seein’ federals
still play the (?) like a saxophone
out there you gon’ need the ratchets on without no scratches on
if bro ain’t answerin’ his phone then somethin happen to him
payne, i’m just tryin’ to keep this traffic flowin’

[verse 2: rj payne]
i said old handle, black and chrome, teenager baggin’ stones
dark philly back block, sh-t look like the catacombs
n-gg-s doin’ bad at home, some ain’t even have a home
twice as lame, this the type of pain the world hasn’t known
it’s hopeless where we at, that’s why we focused on the trap
surrounded by pigeons, vultures, roaches and the rats
it’s explosive, i’m givin’ you a dosage of the facts
it’s psychosis, a city full of opinoids and crack
it’s atrocious, night of the livin’ dead
this ain’t life, but we think it’s right if we gettin’ bread
that’s why i write for the people that’s fightin’ to get ahead
i give ’em light, the critics don’t like what a n-gg- said
f-ck ’em, i don’t condone drug dealin’ and scammin’
but this the everyday struggle, so i still understand ’em
i’m sayin’, every day the blood spill where we standin’
no wonder all the children feel so abandoned
let’s talk about it, look
daddy booked, mother high, all we did was f-ckin cry
cut and dry, these caterpillars don’t turn to b-tterflies
so when the children go to jail don’t even wonder why
they say we all got opportunity, that’s a f-ckin’ lie
we trap to get rich, fashion and kicks
we laugh and get lit, ain’t worried ’bout that kaepernick sh-t
yeah, we get it from the muscle, from a half to a brick
bulletproof vestes for kids, that’s how dramatic it gets
this philly

[outro: rj payne]
it’s real sh-t, man
these little n-gg-s is out here rockin’ bulletproof vestes
without the bulletproof part, my n-gg-
it’s fashion, that’s how real it is out here
ain’t n-body worried about no f-ckin’ kaepernick, my n-gg-
let hov’ get his money
we don’t really give a f-ck out here in the hood my n-gg-
n-gg-s is starvin’, sh-t real
shout out to my n-gg- ot
soup kitchen, bsf gang, let’s go

- rj payne

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