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letra de chase - robisdead

[verse 1: kevin abstract]
these n-ggas take me for granted, what would hap’ if i vanish?
bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak spanish
keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
i can’t drive it nowhere so i’ll let you n-ggas take off
seen the sh-t that they drop, that sh-t not instantly hot
i give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
that make my value go up, i keep that bow in my cup
my n-ggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
“that n-gga kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his sh-t
he don’t rep me with his sh-t, he on that teenage bullsh-t
and he ’bout 20 and sh-t? when he let go of that sh-t?
he’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me? sh-t
that n-gga need to act his age, he ain’t acting likе a grown up
ain’t that boy from texas? he ain’t acting like a soldiеr
knew that boy in high school, man, that n-gga wasn’t awkward
and i know his mama, man, that n-gga just a liar”

[chorus: kevin abstract]
cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
when the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
i don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[post-chorus: merlyn wood]
cash don’t mean sh-t, sh-t
crashed my last benz, benz
cashed my last check, check
cash don’t mean sh-t, sh-t
cash don’t mean sh-t, sh-t
crashed my last benz, benz
cashed my last check, check
cash don’t mean sh-t
[verse 2: ameer vann]
king of the n-ggas, i need a crown made of th-rns
god said, “let there be light” on the day i was born
step off the ship with the slaves, then i go hit the stage
i just left in a whip, all i need is a chain
i don’t trust no n-ggas and i don’t trust no b-tch
’cause people talk too much, i bought a black fo’-fifth
and a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend
’cause i’m a brand new n-gga, in a brand new crib
i ain’t sellin’ no more, but got my hand in the zip
whitey gave me the check, i ain’t ask for the fame
i used to deal with the grams ’til they put the cam on my face
now i’m evading the law, i’m on a high-speed chase
i’m in a big-ass truck, i tell ’em, “get out the way”
i gotta couple of warrants, so i’m leaving my state
now i’m in cali today, with the sun on my face
i got a bag of the gas, and a blunt i can face

[verse 3: dom mclennon]
how i’m gon’ move at your pace? i’m busy settin’ the tone
you think we runnin’ together? i’m in a lane of my own
don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone
they thinkin’ that we competing, that sh-t depletin’ my bones
i don’t need all that energy, they just f-ck up my chakras
i put my heart in a locker, they love me when i’m a martyr
they hate me when i’m myself, i can’t barter with that
you watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque
i need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
i need peace for my n-ggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
i like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a n-gga
in this world i can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger
i could get shot in my back and they’d tell the world that i fought ’em
“we ain’t taught ’em nothin’ new, but somehow they been gettin’ smarter”
that’s what they sayin’ in private, speaking from that entitlement
we still workin’ for titles and makin’ tidal environments
[chorus: kevin abstract]
cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
when the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
i don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
when the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
i don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[bridge: matt champion]
f-ck-f-ck-f-ck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
i’m stuck on some bud i hit, under concrete canopy
f-ck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
f-ck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
f-ck, put the windows up, blowin’ past the exit now
up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
me and all my boys jet, swerving like a doughnut
off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

[outro: kevin abstract & joba]
n-gga, what?
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
n-gga, what?
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
n-gga, what?
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
—–, what? y-yo

- robisdead

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