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letra de made man intro - rx papi

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[verse 1]
real made man i get the drop, b-tch i’m going out
broski work that b-tton broad day, he just showing out
might use this b-tch again but for the night, d-mn why you throw it out
n-ggas rapping sh-t that they don’t know about
you don’t know how to work that blender i can show you how
my left wrist a dub plus forty thousand
i still get in that field and hold my shordies down
broski got bs i never seen him smell
he told me if they bag him he gone plea out, he ain’t being tried
he never played 2k
9th grade he bought a new k
sold crack to get new js
n0body love us, they lied to you
the cold n-gga put that fire to em
been laying in this house for a wholе week
p-ssing in a bottle back to back, ain’t getting no sleep
truck back into the drivеway, i’m taking lead bro this on me
it look ugly, i got a b-tton i wouldn’t care if it’s one on three
better score sum
jump back inside the wheel and then floor sum
wrrrrr they heard the roar coming
brodie sleep with a sword on him
they see me they think the lord coming
broski stopped hooping, got a gat
told him chill but he ain’t tryna hear it
any opp block he just tryna clear it
his mind made up, and i can’t change it
he gone put that b-tch on you and any last n-gga that you came with
i walk the streets alone
ion talk numbers on the phone
feds charge you with ghost dope
play with that bag, slither stove
we made vows, we took a oath
this sh-t on murder, don’t break the code
he caught a murder, never coming home
make sure i keep sum on the phone
i gave hope to the dope dealers
fronted sleeves when they needed it
made men who you see me with
they hated on me on some jesus sh-t
n-gga i’m god on my block
who the f-ck gone test my word
i drop fifteen hundred dollars then pick your dumbass off the curb
this ain’t [?] it’s a [?]
broski shoot sh-t from moving cars
they say pap you took it too far
the f-ck you expect, it’s the dog
you don’t got enough money
brodie got a bus on him
like he tryna truck sum
no hat having n-gga
this pistol to your face i’m not a backstabbing n-gga
i broke the blender three times, they know i’m backslabbing with it
they love me like the don’s daughter
big pap, the dope father
they could buy it higher than this but if i cook it i gotta charge you
ion know what the f-ck they told you
ion know why the f-ck you believe em
ion hear no, fear no, speak no evil
you know what we do to people
we don’t be excluding people
make your mom do preacher visits
we just victims of the trenches
i told my mom “before i die i promise i’m gone get that money”
she lost her mind when i was young, she found out i was serving junkies
i just want the new js, i’m in the house full of custies
residue all on my jeans, i got a house smelling musty
i got a brother to look after, i got sisters to defend
broski capped out to five, when they could’ve gave him ten
ummi praying that i’m safe, i was praying for the men
you know papi starring five, they come play me from the bench
i put in pain for this sh-t, stayed all night and lost sleep
seen murders point blank range, it f-cked with how i think
my brother told me that he love me, i told my brother i love my gun
one day you might get cold feet, but this glock gone never run
i got love for them guys, i took a slug for em n-gga
i’m a real mad man, i spilled blood for it n-gga
i ain’t pack sh-t and run, i went to war for it n-gga
ain’t no more hanging on that block, we shoot the store up n-gga
they say i gotta take this music serious or imma blow my shot
before i could think i’m bouncing out the car cause b-tch there go my opp
they say i could be big with this sh-t
i put in pain behind my name, know what i did for this sh-t
i’m not scarface, your b-tch and your kids could get hit
it’s no mercy for them n-ggas
caskets, he-rs-s for them n-ggas
i had blood in my eyes when i was young, my momma couldn’t wipe it
she know i’m a baby but she know she don’t know no n-gga like me
abuela think i’m crazy
my momma sister hate me
cause i’m a f-cking gangster
it’s how my hood made me
how you put the blame on me when i got all this pain on me
i spent my whole life in and out of jail, you never came to see me
come around looking at me funny
like i took something from you
b-tch i did something for you
when they took something from you
they say it costs be the boss, it shouldn’t cost you the family
how i k!ll for a b-tch well tell a b-tch they can’t stand me
momma told me “take it easy”
i’m back cooling with the reaper
i’m paranoid as a b-tch, i’m startna think i see them people
survivor guilt f-cking with me, i don’t know what’s real or not
that’s why i do them pills a lot
fill my cup, don’t spill a drop
i don’t like to go to sleep
you wouldn’t either if you was me
they ain’t did what i did
they ain’t seen what i seen
dark room, ain’t no lights
but it’s cool, i’ll be aight
they threw my back on the wall
it’s the motherf-cking dawg

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