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letra de seen it all - roney

[verse 1: roney]
you ain’t never sh-t like this
a little yute so sick
more keys than the locksmith
lock down a mans whole strip
4-1-6 is the district
so i guess i’m the best in the 6
whole fam full of bears, no berenstain’s
you ain’t got a buzz you a bee sting
i’ve seen sh-t, if you’ve seen you a snitch
these n-ggas so b-tch, get a crip
when i say pump weights, it ain’t at the gym
when i say shoot, i ain’t aiming at the rim
south side, the dark side where its dim
20 inch rims but we started out grim
everyday sin, i admit i’m no saint
but you can’t win if a n-gga don’t pray
when i say i eat beef, it ain’t no stink
f-ck a sneakpeek, repeat when it beep
gone in a flash, dash in a jeep
dgc, just me and my peeps
whenever i flex, you stress
i’m a boss man, you a prospect
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, y’all rejects
i’m in the projects, trynna make a nine stretch
dope strong like biceps
this time i ain’t even use a pyrex
who’s that? that’s an op on my block?
i’ma wet his whole whip like a car wash
who’s that? rone dog with a huge glock?
pick more bodies up than a bus stop
big gun, you woulda thought i was a robot
never run, stand still like a mug shot
growing up, never had a lot
now i got four burners, no stove top
used to rob kids for their ipods
i’m riding out, road rage in the drop
h-ll nah, i ain’t stopping for a road block
we hold grains, more grains than a coffee shop
trynna stop my shine, not on my watch
shoot mine, [?]
i get close, no bullets in the two tone
i’ma chop his -ss up like lambchop
shooter gon’ shoot, put a rack in his hand
hardest in the dot, don’t stand no chance
glock in my hand, turn macho man
if i can’t eat than n0body can
bang bang, that’ll shorten your life span
all you do is talk sh-t like hype man
let him hype up like a big man
gun long like my wingspan
keep metal, no pots, no pans
get em set, never land like peter pan
i’m iron man, rocket in my hand
bro on deck just in case mine jam
your b-tch was a fan, now she just mad
cuz i won’t follow back and i’m bullying her man
i’m a shark gon’ hear, you a clam
drive while i shoot like i bought me a tank
i need more bands, i’ma rob me a bank
get the stick, light it up like a match
way more guns than the block got hands
got nuff beef so the team don’t lack
just got out and they trynna send me back
with the rico at but i still won’t rat
n-gga check my stacks, these n-ggas on crack
word up to mars, i’ma cop me a mac
you living in the past, riding on flats
i don’t show no love, i don’t give n-ggas dap
n-gga you a snitch you should call dispatch
i’ma fill him with holes that the doc can’t patch
you ain’t local, you just loco
i’m pro, bullets flying in slo-mo
touched nuff n-ggas, no h0m-
you ain’t a tough n-gga, you a l-sso

- roney

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