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letra de calvin.cambridge - rod wave

[intro]
(boogzy)

[chorus]
and i was in the hood when it was all good
we had three for the tens, trap n-ggas (trap n-ggas)
my lil’ woadie just sold me a rollie, he swore up and down, “it’s one of these rap n-ggas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we flexin’ and finessin’, all my n-ggas on the same sh-t
n-gga switched to rappin’, all my n-ggas on the gang sh-t
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge

[verse 1]
young n-gga ballin’ hard, pass the ball and i’ma shoot it (shoot it)
bet i score, i swear i deserve a movie (movie)
slide on his block and lil’ bro start shootin’
my n-ggas runnin’, maneuverin’ and movin’
“oh lord, it’s the chop out boys” (chop out)
thеy said, “oh lord, it’s the dumb out boys” (dumb out)
money be my motivation еver since a young dude
n-ggas know the situation every time i come through (come through)
we was kickin’ doors, n-gga, you was in the house (woah)
we was sellin’ soap every time we seen a drought (skrr, skrr)
put the dope behind the stove, put the flame in the couch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t love the ho, f-ck the ho, in and out
bust in her mouth and then i get rid of you (bye, bye)
i been a fool ever since i was in middle school
high school three, f-ck tests, we gas up the mid
i made my power move and been broke ever since
but the hood ain’t the same
n-ggas either gotta agree that they buried under or a judge gave ’em a jersey number
i had to leave the trap, that ain’t where it’s at
but if i make it with this rappin’, i’m givin’ back
[chorus]
and i was in the hood when it was all good
we had three for the tens, trap n-ggas (trap n-ggas)
my lil’ woadie just sold me a rollie, he swore up and down, “it’s one of these rap n-ggas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we flexin’ and finessin’, all my n-ggas on the same sh-t
n-gga switched to rappin’, all my n-ggas on the gang sh-t
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge

[verse 2]
what you know ’bout stolos, trying to relax?
running wild with your strap, catching burglaries back-to-back (boom)
what you know ’bout jdc days, having blackouts and sh-t? (yeah)
it felt like raw versus smackdown and sh-t
n-ggas talking, hitting l!cks, and we plot for cocaine
fighting over snack time, ain’t down on no games
locked down ’cause you’re ’bout your check
don’t wanna go to no program so you pray for house arrest (oh, woah, woah)
sh-t ain’t sweet, got yourself under oath
in all blue clothes, n0body answering for me
reminiscin’ on the days, the place you call home
but sh-t ain’t the same, everybody dead and gone
it’s all wrong
who would’ve known we’d lose n-ggas to the cell or the homicides? (homicides)
who would’ve knew the grass is brown on the other side? (the other side)
would would’ve thought that we’d ever see the day? (day)
that sky’s would be gray, other side of the gates
[chorus]
and i was in the hood when it was all good
we had three for the tens, trap n-ggas (trap n-ggas)
my lil’ woadie just sold me a rollie, he swore up and down, “it’s one of these rap n-ggas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we flexin’ and finessin’, all my n-ggas on the same sh-t
n-gga switched to rappin’, all my n-ggas on the gang sh-t
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge
youngest n-gga ballin’ hard like i’m calvin cambridge

- rod wave

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