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letra de not a real homie [pt. 2] - rude max

what up dude, you know who it is
i’mma tell you something while i’m rolling on this fizz
this is f-cked up, you know what it do
everyone i know is now pointed at you
nothing you do will be ever, ever, ever right
i’m racing to the end, the finish lines in sight
my life is gone, now my world went wrong
i take another hit from the marijuana bong
and blow the smoke out, what do you say
when everyone in h-ll looks at you the wrong way
and blames you for everyones misfortune
grab a bag of powder and please start snorting
this is f-cked up cause my life is too
i’m sorry to say, but homie f-ck you
you betrayed me in the end and told me lies
but i guess you didn’t think before you cut our ties

(chorus)
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing left
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing left
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing left
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing

yeah f-ck you this ain’t another party song
i got a lot of problems when you do me wrong
you ain’t got sh-t to say then you better start walking
you better not talk sh-t or i will start clocking
hunt you down in the middle of the zoo
come so fast you’ll see me times two man
why did you have to go and leave for that wh0r-
i thought we were friends i guess she meant more
but nothing could take me away from my h-ll
you saw me in the depth but you could hear me yell
so you just picked up and peace out fast
before you were to blame for my suicidal blast
and i will outlast, you and all the haters
if you don’t like this, then man i’ll see you later
i really need help, i’m on the edge of slipping
and i’m tripping from the f-cked up sh-t you’re always flipping

i’ve got friends but you ain’t mine b-tch
you ain’t nothing but a f-cking police snitch
you got nothing better to do then squeal and talk
so when i got busted i was watched like a hawk
2 times 3 is 6 years mother f-cker
we used to be bros now you are just a d-ck sucker
i don’t wanna diss or talk sh-t about you
but i’m p-ssed off and i’m speaking the truth
you lost your life when you went to war with me
but what did it prove, i’m too friendly
and people love and me, and diss on you
i had your back, but now its all on you
you got bounty hunters hunting you down
and i’m never gonna stop until you’re buried in the ground
so come on mother f-cker you did me wrong
so i dedicate to you this whole f-cking song

(outro)
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing left
real homes always ride till death
but i guess we’re done, we’ve got nothing

- rude max

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