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letra de own route - rr lil bra

[verse]
tryin’ my best to fight the pain, got me eatin’ cake for the [?]
who ever thought after that rain i would’ve made a light mill’
dolce gabbana on my feet, came a long way from k-swiss
and i ain’t tryna go nowhere that’s why i ride with this stick
thinkin’ ‘bout memories with my n-ggas got me gettin’ high as a b-tch
and when i step up on the scene i be fly as it get
i took a gamble with my life i bet it all on a six
‘member those days bein’ broke i’m thinkin’ gotta get fixed
this ain’t ‘bout bein’ the toughest, it’s about who survive
the last n-gga played around he got caught in that fire
won’t second guess about no risk, you never know ‘less you try
i take a bag, go buss it down and fill it up with exotic
long talk with the devil it got my mind gone
mixin’ all these drugs got me in a different time zone
can’t bang about the past, on my ass, ‘cause now i’m on
i be quick to flash, jump in black, throw that mask on
i done did some sh-t and i’m knowin’ i was dead wrong
jump out with that bl!ck tryna give that boy a headstone
i still’ll hit a l!ck and jumpin’ fence when the feds come
catch me in the bricks with ‘bout fifty, screamin’ “red rum”
i spit this sh-t here with no autotune
i’m still the same n-gga by myself without a crew
these n-ggas really dumb as f-ck and don’t know how to move
but if they keep payin’ attention they’ll know how to groove
and do what i do, yeah, yeah
i been posted in the trap gettin’ them bags off
a n-gga play ’round with that sack knock his ass off
ain’t no more second chances, you f-cked up the last draw
i seen you runnin’ with the opps i almost passed out
ou, like a head on collision tryna crash out
or i can k!ll him, ended up pull up with the racks out
this [?] got me in it, blow her back out
i was just gone for a lil minute but i’m back now
i got some n-ggas that done gone
i got some n-ggas who ain’t never comin’ home
i pray to god that they stay strong, yeah
‘cause lord knows this that life that we choose
[?] just told me ‘bout all the l!cks we hit
and all them times we ran down with them thirty clips
cool, i’m just reminiscin’ about all the sh-t we did
and all them cars that we took ‘cause we couldn’t get a whip, that’s how it is
thinkin’ ‘bout vedo gettin’ his [?]
that sh-t happened over a year, it still don’t seem real
and not too long after that sh-t td had got k!lled
he the father of my sister kid, now i gotta be there for them
been ballin’ hard i’m above the rim
please don’t jump off in this water if you can’t swim
send my lil n-gga let off shots but they ain’t in the gym
cruisin’ the wicket, got a call that my n-gga flipped
like, what it is, i got the drop, i’m tryna spin a block
like, who you with? i’m by myself it’s just me and this glock
we go through there, take care of the business, gettin’ dropped
they come and sn-tch you up, you better not run your f-ckin’ mouth
glock 27 holdin’ ‘bout sixteen, i named it paul gasol
i probably trip, i probably stumble, but i’ll never fall
and if i did i caught myself and never hit the ground
i never ask no one for sh-t, i found my own route, yeah

- rr lil bra

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