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letra de intro - selfmade jax

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[chorus]

i started with nothing
young n-gga kept f-cking that paper up
that’s when i gave it my all
was stuck in them trenches
everyday trying make a living
was trapping from winter to fall
so many times had my back against the wall
f-cked up n-gga like who could i call
said they looking for me i’m still in the halls
try run up an i’m knocking you off
he turned to a snake but he once was my dawg (ugh)
gotta take them losses wanna turn to a boss
if i ain’t think smart i wouldn’t be here at all
it’s all about the get back don’t care what it cost (ugh)
hop out trying catch me a vic
no picking and choosing don’t care who you get
we slid back on offense se an they ain’t evеn hit
we taking his gun he ain’t blowing that stick

[verse]
eyes on thе prize i been stuck on a mission
everyday wake up just get up go get it
been fighting this case i still got other pending
that sh-t don’t even phase me don’t stop how i’m living
an ma know i love her sometimes i be tripping
memba them days on the block i ain’t listen
i ain’t gon lie my b-tch one of the realest
got in that jam wasn’t folding or bending
for i go to bed i’m praying to god for his hand
cause a n-gga know he been sinning
catch em out of bound he say we ain’t spinning
it’s just me and bro two glocks and we twinning
started in the trap i turned it to a business
you don’t gotta like me but you gon feel this
when it’s love or hate can always tell the difference
you don’t gotta lie f-ck it if it’s tension
tell it how it is n-ggas think it’s dissing
i been in the game for a lil minute
i seen n-ggas change not just for that fame for that paper to before they get to spend it
i dont be just talking b-tch i’m really in it
glock get disrespectful way that it be spitting
better duck your head when i get to hitting
out there on that block jus don’t become a victim
chorus]

i started with nothing
young n-gga kept f-cking that paper up
that’s when i gave it my all
was stuck in them trenches
everyday trying make a living
was trapping from winter to fall
so many times had my back against the wall
f-cked up n-gga like who could i call
said they looking for me i’m still in the halls
try run up an i’m knocking you off
he turned to a snake but he once was my dawg (ugh)
gotta take them losses wanna turn to a boss
if i ain’t think smart i wouldn’t be here at all
it’s all about the get back don’t care what it cost (ugh)
hop out trying catch me a vic
no picking and choosing don’t care who you get
we slid back on offense se an they ain’t even hit
we taking his gun he ain’t blowing that stick

- selfmade jax

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