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letra de my problems - scy jimm

[intro]
i’m high
iced down, watered all down (castro)
iced down, watered all down, liquid down, f-ck?
blowin’ on this gas, hopin’ this ‘wood take away my problems, man
(uno got the streets goin’ crazy)
i’m on that drank right now (big scy sh-t, n-gga, slayer)

[chorus]
blowin’ on this gas, hopin’ this ‘wood take away my problems
come from the hood, i took a chance to go and get them dollars (on gang)
my daddy dead, i ain’t really have a bond with my father, uh (n-gga)

[verse]
growin’ up, we broke the laws (yeah)
i ain’t whack him for no reason, every effect, it got a cause (on gang, n-gga)
i ain’t perfect, i admit that i got flaws (i got flaws)
this sh-t creep, you can get whacked by the same n-gga you call your dog (come on, man)
i play the game how this sh-t go (on gang)
if i ain’t in the ‘yo, i’m in a b-tch throat (come here, b-tch)
in the pot, i hit the water with the dish soap (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
threw some ice on my hand like my wrist broke, n-gga (f-ck)
mm, ridin’ with a kriss vector clip (grrah, grrah, grrah)
n-gga gon’ have to go and search the world to find this drip (on gang, n-gga)
all about my chips, once i get it, i’ma dip (yeah, yeah)
coach, put me in the game, i’m finna take us to the ‘ship (f-ck n-gga)
get this cheese so i can look out for my brother them (for my brother them)
b-tch, i’m him, i can’t be cloned, it ain’t no other jimm (only me)
dunk on these f-ck n-ggas like i’m pac, i’m way above the rim (come on, man)
i done came far, but i ain’t made it ’til i touch an m
in that water on the deep end, i’m grindin’ while you sleepin’
jits crashin’ out, k!ll a n-gga for no reason (come on, man)
i want you to be mine, baby, tell me if i’m reachin’ (yeah)
take you to the game, i bought you tickets for the season
remember bein’ broke, i ain’t never goin’ back (never goin’ back)
runnin’ circles ’round these n-ggas, i can see they goin’ flat (hahaha)
gettin’ cheese, i’ll show you how to get them racks (n-gga)
nothin’ like these other n-ggas, bae, i promise this ain’t that
i do this sh-t to eat, i don’t do this sh-t for fame (do this sh-t for fame)
i ain’t linkin’ with you p-ssy-ass n-ggas, y’all be lame (come on, man)
ain’t nothin’ changed, still tryna get my n-ggas out them chains (come on, n-gga)
i’m still the same, street sh-t really in my veins (yeah)
[chorus]
blowin’ on this gas, hopin’ this ‘wood take away my problems (come on, man)
come from the hood, i took a chance to go and get them dollars (get them dollars)
my daddy dead, i ain’t really have a bond with my father, uh (n-gga)

[outro]
big scy, n-gga
biggest, know what i’m sayin’? all that
all that, f-ck a n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’? t2t, n-gga, trained 2 trap, what, n-gga?
f-ck all you n-ggas, man
know what i’m sayin’?
i like me over anything
n-gga

- scy jimm

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