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letra de 04:30 - rjldiablo

[intro]
uh, yeah
the f-ck i’m talkin’ ’bout, man
you know what i do, you know my crew, you know my team, man
i should be f-cking sleeping right now, you get me?
but f-ck it, run the beat
(go, go, go)

[verse]
you better go, go, go, run for the cash (yeah)
yeah, go, go, go, go get the bag (yeah)
b-tch, i’m tired (ayy), jet-lag (yeah)
and my ho, ho, ho, she just wanna nag (yeah), she wants to get my act, yeah (my wock)
everyday i wake up and i wanna restart
feeling nothing is gon’ get me out the dark
got suburban kids tryna tell me i ain’t tough
then come on, motherf-cker, let’s see how you grew up rough
did you get locked out in the cold in thе middle of night? (h-ll nah)
so why assume i’m a b-tch whеn we ain’t even fight? (d-mn)
yeah, and i got memories locked up in my head, remember when i wanted dreads but my mum said “no”
and my old hoes out here either bein’ lesbians or hoes (yeah)
and i got racks on racks, and i got stacks on stacks
and i’m gon’ get the bag, and i’m gon’ get the bag, yeah
and my uncle up in brixton, he’s up there with the gang sh-t
i ain’t seem him in two years, so my mental health danglin’
and my friend who betrayed me, swear i wanna f-ckin’ strangle him
but i don’t even know what i’m doing right now, b-tch, shut the f-ck up
i get drugged up, i get f-cked up
’cause the pain is too much (yeah)
i wanna drown in the ocean, drink a poison potion
’cause i left that girl all my devotion
i’m living with grief ’cause of what’s been given in these d-mn streets (talk)
i miss my brother, miss my rider
and miss my ride-or-die-er
i miss the fam playin’ my jams
but f-ck it, i’m never gettin’ ’em back
but if i see the f-cking opps, i swear i’m gettin’ ’em back
the bullets hit that head of yours that’s so punchable, f-ck
and i swear you ain’t live the life that i live, i fear for my dad and i fear my children
i fear the fam and i fear for my ‘rillas, i live in a town full of ruthless k!llers
got an a plus on my test, you can call me atilla, i heard your new mixtape, boy, that sh-t was filler
and i listen ka$hdami’s and that sh-t was realer, these people talk sh-t ’til these bullets come hit ya
i left my old ho and now she gettin’ fitter
i did it on purpose but now she wanna act up
anymore sh-t and i might bring the mac up (mac-10)
it’s rj, it’s rj, rj on the track, yeah (hmm)
it’s rj, it’s rj, rj get the cash, yeah (hmm, hmm)
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

- rjldiablo

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