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letra de intro (sophomore season) - rmc mike

[intro]
b-tch

[verse]
hit the road a couple times and came back home with nothing
never knew what it was, but i was onto something
had a meeting with the plug and now i’m off and running
to the money, gassed your ass up and now the engine flooded
i made some thousands off of rap, but this some different money
say you need a thousand pack, nephew sent it for me
get you whacked for a thousand ones, that was stripper money
thousand blues in my purple jeans got me limpin’ funny
i’ma shine like i want because i grind for it
stuff some big sh-t in the b-tch, shе only 5’4″
and i’m well-connected with thе bricks, i got a blind source
my main b-tch a pure thoroughbred like a fine horse
bro dropped some new buffs, he paid five for ’em
take my gun everywhere, you gotta hide yours
n-gga, f-ck your plug, come to mine ’cause he supply more
gotta take a trip overseas, he bust the flights for it
d-boy hit me with some gasoline, i got the light for it
i’m just tryna buy my old street, what’s the price for it?
auntie don’t f-ck with hard no more, i got some ice for her
f-cked twenty-three b-tches last week like i’m mike jordan
i gravitated towards rap to put my city on
you can feel my pain in your stomach like a kidney stone
d-mn, i miss my day-one n-gga, bring benji home
n-ggas steady hatin’ on my success, get your envy on
i don’t even entertain none of you f-ck n-ggas
i just want the pape’, y’all want the fame, guess we cut different
hit a n-gga main off a ‘wood with some runtz in it
scratched off in a black ss with some crunch in it
low-key as f-ck, but your b-tch think i’m that one n-gga
i just popped two rps, finna have fun with her
smokin’ real cherry from d-boy, it’s a lung hitter
knocked my b-tch out, she got mad ’cause i ain’t cum in her
[outro]
b-tch

- rmc mike

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