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letra de in the safe - roddy ricch

[intro : roddy ricch]
(ronny j, what’s up man?)

[chorus: roddy ricch]
i ain’t even cry in seven-hunnid some days and
prolly the reason why, it’s ’cause i got brothers in the grave, and
still keep a cutter if i ran into the jakes
i remember i was hoppin’ fences, scuffin’ up my j’s
still tryna make a hunnid some’ in the day, ayy
still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin’ payed, ayy
and around my city i know these n-ggas hate
and it’s probably ’cause i got these rackies in the safe
[verse 1: roddy ricch]
and it’s probably cause you see me shinin’ in a real way
if that p-ssy n-gga came back, ain’t they want the drill day
i got them n-ggas totin’ ass, when i’m on a chill day
if a n-gga talkin’, i can send him on a field day
he ain’t on my reach, i swear i give him touch
all i gotta do is point, i ain’t even gotta push no b-tton
and i stand on everything, i’on fall for nothing
got two twin fn’s, and my ar’s cousins

[chorus: roddy ricch, polo g]
i ain’t even cry in seven-hunnid some days and
prolly the reason why, it’s ’cause i got brothers in the grave, and
still keep a cutter if i ran into the jakes
i remember i was hoppin’ fences, scuffin’ up my j’s
still tryna make a hunnid some’ in the day, ayy
still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin payed, ayy
and around my city i know these n-ggas hate
and it’s probably ’cause i got these rackies in the safe
(uh, uh)

[verse 2: polo g]
who really ridin’ for me? watched my friend leave from the window seat
mansion now in hollywood, i hate that you ain’t live to see it
miss all my n-ggas dead, gon’ make victory so bitter sweet
wound from his murder, murder, it’s hard to k!ll a stake
it seems like the devil got ahold over us
runnin’ to these blessings, made backdoors open up
how i blossom through the trenches, b-tch, i rose from the mud
i get distant ’cause i can’t be overdosing on your love
shinin’ like the stars bright, swear we done seen some dark nights
yeah we had a hard life, just learn to play your cards right
baby, i’m a rockstar, but no, not the guitar type
p-ssies what the opps are, i’m hoping that they all die
[chorus: roddy ricch]
i ain’t even cry in seven-hunnid some days and
prolly the reason why, it’s ’cause i got brothers in the grave, and
still keep a cutter if i ran into the jakes
i remember i was hoppin’ fences, scuffin’ up my j’s
still tryna make a hunnid some’ in the day, ayy
still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin payed, ayy
and around my city i know these n-ggas hate
and it’s probably ’cause i got these rackies in the safe

- roddy ricch

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