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letra de choices - se'a, cellus hamilton

[verse 1 se’a]
(b- b- bl- blacksquad)
d-mn, how i’m in this spot again?
i was hanging with my friends
now i’m p-ssenger to sin
let me out! let me out!
now we turnin’ cold at 90 city blockz. ⛔
this honda got semi glocks. ⛔
i ‘own want no parts
we all craving some wings, so we leave
but the spot i get my wings, next to where they did they weed
so re-route, re-route
i ain’t no party p–per!
plus i used to smoke, so i ain’t fall into this manoover
see i was raised in church but i wanna’ be bad
i have pops at the crib-
all my friends ain’t have dads
he was present in live, told me “don’t follow the crowd!”
i knew i was a leader. i was lettin’ him down
but we proceed
pull up to the spot
our car was up-front
windows roll up
my homies roll up
the windows roll down
our windows roll down
the sane i supply. ⛔
he name-dropping people we know
my homies stay quiet
he say “follow me!”
now i’m like h-ll nah! i’m a christian rapper, i ain’t supposed to be near y’all
well that’s what i thought, i ain’t say nun’
ain’t cool to be punk
all this for a blunt?
my patnah’ grab gun
he loaded it up

[verse 2 cellus hamilton]
i’m smoking a scar. ⛔
i’m chilling in front of the wings-spot
sellers rolled up. (ay yo, ‘sup?) ⛔
i see my n-gg-s so we talkin’
and we choppin’ it up
converses, stakin’ on [?] ⛔
but i’m with the evils
i know my n-gg- a christian
jehova my witness
(they tryna’ stick me for my cream, sh-t ⛔
it ain’t a dream, things ain’t never what they seem.)
d-mn! now i gotta’ k!ll n-gg-s instantly
d-mn! now i gotta’ feel no sympathy
d-mn! laughin’ at my enemies’s the energy. (ha-ha-ha!)
and making all this money be the remedy
shoulda’ been from tennessee how i tress all spotiniky. ⛔
say she sick of me, when i leave, bet she remember me! (yeah!)
whoever knew my closest dawg would be a gospel rapper?
he came to chillin up on the block but he ain’t judge me after
i got a gun, one in hand, my dawg do, too
(it’s more life outside chicago; if you want, lead new.)
for real?
look over his shoulder, i see that black impala creepin’. (f-ck!)
the window roll down
my cars went up!
my guns went up!
shoot, shoot! (pa-pa-pa!)
hope i ain’t hit
i hope i ‘own miss
i know se’a’s thinking “man this ain’t it!
it’s f-cked up i got my dawg in the mix.”
the car pull off
the window shatter
the smoke clear
i can’t get up
i look around – no one’s near
i lay my back down
i can’ t breathe, i’m finna’ die now
se’a’s come over me, with tears in his eyes now
sayin the lord’s prayer
i feel my air runnin’ out
hoping that god’s there, i feel my time running out
[outro, both]

ha, i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
father god i pray that (i can’t breathe) you’ll touch my brotha right now (somebody help). i pray that you’ll stabilize his body and his vitals until the ambulance get here. (i’m sorry) i pray that you’ll touch him and heal him right now. (i can’t breathe) i pray that you’ll hold up his spirit, i pray that you’ll let him know that everything’s gonna be ok. father god…

- sea cellus hamilton

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