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letra de golden nugget (baby blue) - rob liberachi

[verse]
23 year old named ebony
god fearing woman she ain’t even got a felony
must got diabetes cause she sweeter than a melon be
this about her son what’s the story that you telling me
talking bout this baby that had died when he wasn’t even born
ebony don’t know what happened she ain’t even get to mourn
doctor said ma’am your baby died and it left her torn
push that baby out he never cried doctor sound the h-rn
before you push that baby out let’s check’em first
in her stomach dead he ain’t even need a he-rs-
i can’t even hear the baby go and get the nurse
first born gone man i think she must’ve wore a curse
21 savage no beat son was born with no heart
rush her to emergency faster than a go kart
get him there with urgency doctor please play your part
come in here and you can see that this heart just won’t start
he came out she say why my baby blue
doctor said we don’t know we don’t have a clue
it was something that he ate yeah it’s very true
tryna bring him back ma’am we don’t know what else to do
looking like a smurf he bluer than a sunny sky
the way she crying looking like she got a runny eye
telling jesus please not to let her baby die
heartbeat out of nowhere hear that baby cry -baby crying-
he grew up antisocial why he so quiet
never ate his words like his mouth was on a diet
people telling him to speak maybe you should try it
now every this n-gga talk man it cause a riot
he always kept his mouth shut cause he was never chatty
he wore his little brother clothes he was never bratty
he distant from his donor like he love in cincinnati
he raised his other children wasn’t wanted by his daddy
kids used to bully him with words and they always hurt
never blurt when the other kids tease him while he work
rather murk every kid that’ll treat him like he dirt
life alert he a new boy why they treat him like a jerk
kids always talk about him cause he wearing south pole
never had a bankroll so the kids did him bold
bullies got his heart swole then he got his heart stole
now it’s just a big hole you can probably see his soul
other kids slower than a sloth he was bugging out so they treat that n-gga like a moth
never soft get him off he just want the green like he playing golf
different cloth he so sick of other people he gone cough
many thought he was losing to them problems that fought
then he sought out to lift his spirits but that can’t be bought
that’s -ssault how the words would hit him cut him like a saw
bag of salt for his wounds from them problems that he caught
he would never talk bout the problems that he brought that he fought (hi dad)
keep his problems in the vault he can’t speak like stephen hawk
never walk ran into them problems like he marshall faulk
write with chalk he got bored keep his distance never stalk
always got depressed cause they never think he good enough
in his own boat tryna blow up like he mrs. puff
always turn to guns when a n-gga try to play him rough
ain’t no other cheek if a n-gga thinking he ain’t tough
always bout that chicken he ain’t eat no vegetable
always pointing out them zeroes like a decimal
the way he cut up on the track is like it’s medical
his mama was his father put her on a pedestal
and his mama she was contemplating suicide
she was speaking through her heart cause it’s true inside
the way it shook him up look like he got electrified
must be on harry potter 2 cause he was petrified
he grew up so broke life was so depressing
he just wanna get up on that green like some salad dressing
he ain’t have no money so you know that always kept him stressing
must ain’t got insurance cause that n-gga life just ain’t progressing
police come he ain’t confessing og maco keep him guessing
finna cop a smith & wesson gotta teach his friend a lesson
he owe money so he pressing on his life now that’s a blessing
want that strap he be corressing in them dreams he possessing
man he wanna set the play gone k!ll his friend or he gone pay
cause he know where they n-gga lay can get him gone on any day
but they had fell out anyway so all that love had went astray
he want his green just call him dray them guns will cook him like filet
it didn’t go his bro had snitched he wanna give that boy a st-tch
now he gone die like money mitch and throw his friend up in a ditch (bye)
now this ain’t no nintendo switch he gotta make that perfect pitch
but he was bugging like a glitch and now it’s back to getting rich
and now he tryna stack some knots so many he can cop some yachts
he want that power like some watts and tryna stay away from swats
he swipe a girl just like a fox but he so sick of stupid thots
makiya she all on his chops he told that girl to go kick rocks
thotties they can’t get a cent they in his pockets like some lint
he iced the buffies with the tint he spent they cash ain’t make a dent
he swear them thotties got him bent ain’t saving thots he not clark kent
he had to pay his grandma rent cause credit where her money went
he be peeping that these n-ggas they be out here simping
he got played a couple times might consider pimping
went and got his money up so he ain’t out here limping
he on gorilla mode while these other n-ggas chimping
he ain’t n0body sidekick ain’t no scottie pippen
they like a nacho when it’s beef boy they always dipping
and if he fall off then that n-gga might just get to tripping
they got your diamonds from a window how you out here dripping
now this n-gga out here rapping jack his flow he call that fapping (pause)
solo act they like what happened he just tell them quit the yapping
gotta soar his wings is flapping he on stage y’all gone be clapping
wake up n-ggas cause they napping lowkey bro bro music slapping
pockets fat like peter griffin music gift that keep on giving
he just tryna make a living it’s his goals that keep him driven
cutting up like he be shivving heavy weight that he be lifting
on his songs he never fibbing want trophy not a ribbon
grammies that he gone be getting freestyle everything ain’t written
n-ggas know he never quitting keep him in he never sitting
now they like oh no he didn’t he came from the murder mitten
n-ggas know his style is bitten cause his music pieces hitting
to the truth he always sticking like a mouse he always cl!cking
shoot his shot he never bricking if you off then he go picking
pick you off just for that chicken ain’t no loans boy this ain’t quicken
play him like a flea we fl!cking scoring cause they play be tricking
n-ggas still be tryna stunt that put them shooters on the hunt
these n-ggas sweeter than a runt a leader but he never front
we used to kick it like a punt might cop a 30 that’s a month
and he was smaller than a grunt his pockets stuffed like mikey blunt
cause all that cash he had to get it made him custom never fit
he tryna cop a diamond kit so they can see them diamonds hit
he finna get his music lit gone blow up in a little bit
you better watch for who he with he cut just like a wrist that’s slit
n-gga

[outro: superstar bandman, superstar bandman as og]
“so there’s this kid who wants to k!ll his friends?”
“yeah.”
“2 of them?”
“yeah.”
“and he raps?”
“yeah.”
“i think i’ve had enough of that story.”
“okay.”

- rob liberachi

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