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letra de armed n ready - saint balenci

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[verse 1: saint balenci]
double extensions loaded in gats
they spoke too much and left on mats
one eye open move like dead eye
with a red eye tryna aim for hats

we’re the reason that they’re all shook
we’re the reason they change their looks
we’re the reason that they move fake
when my crew mobb deep shoot halfway crooks
they lose consciousnеss when my blade sinks deep
but i really wanna turn thеm pack
and all these bullets they rain like monsoon
when i get paid for the hit they’re whacked

drillas in luxury drip too hard
we aim for the moon and shoot for the stars
views from the six when i hold that spinner
cos i got six shots tryna leave man scarred

too many trips been taken, they’re shaking
their girl’s knees aching
pour an eighth in my soda not baking
risk-taking let them think i’m faking

three of them dead, all filled with lead
the scenes were mad their arms all spread
move like a shadow with blades like zed
i could open bakeries with all this bread

[verse 2: saint balenci]
what’s been done since they all been shot
nothing, b-tching is all we hear
go ride your friend cos —- got got
retaliations always happen round here
it’s a shame for the opps we got respect
we confront them and they just deflect
behind closed doors they turn on each other
i can’t name a crew without a reject

ltx always moving active
too many fake all move like actors
feisty b-tch all up in my dms
she wants a real one but her face all plastic

our aggression never looking passive
so many hostages we take captives
we use them for target practice
can’t earn round us gotta pay taxes

[bridge]
rest in peace to the fallen brothers
the streets keep claiming all these others
reality hits when you sit and realise
you’re the reason for broken mothers

but this is the life we live
we take what we want and give what we give
the ocean’s toll is starting to stack
with how many bodies we’ve thrown off a cliff
[verse 3: saint balenci]
armed and ready
two hands on a gauge stay steady
keep one loaded like headie
extended mags for semis

don’t waste your breath stop breathing
their soul’s in the air they’re heaving
the car door’s open beeping
gotta get back in start leaving

there’s red and blues in the rear-view
we’re whippin the car tryna get through
the cops got a plan for the whole crew
but we pop shots through the back and stay cool

reached into the bag and gripped one
passed the 4-5 over to my bro
start reminiscing to times we tripped one
poked that opp and he died real slow

we laugh but the cops catch up
f-ck, shoot till the gun gets stuck
cl!ck two times three times and bucked
pulled the slide back ran outta luck

but my brother in arms still shooting
so many bangs sh-t’s getting confusing
cleared the gun up and now i’m moving
three-four dead and we’re back to cruising

- saint balenci

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