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letra de luv my niggaz - sevin

[intro]
i love my n-gg-s
dontae the [artist??]
paint a perfect picture for the hood
hogmob ministries, love
let’s go!

[hook]
i love my n-gg-s
i had to write this one for the hood
because i love my n-gg-s
i stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
to save my n-gg-s
i know the church gon’ persecute me, homie
because i called y’all “n-gg-s”
but i’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
and k!ll my n-gg-s

[verse 1]
a hundred thousand worth of work off in the duffle bag
pant sag, blue bandana on my pistol hand
black benz, [?] rims and the police can man
we gon’ eat if it land and it go as planned
get canned, i be d-mned if i’m in the pin
slammed hand washing the drawers of another man
i been converted, now a christian man
a fisherman, but i’ll still get that guap ’cause i’m a businessman
root of all evil had ahold of me
brief summary: he approached me brotherly like he had love for me
although he bonded me with suffering
what’s puzzling is now i’m bubbling delivered from my hustling
sn-tching my n-gg-s out the genocide
it’s been prophesied my possession multiply if he be magnified
i set aside all sin through him is justified
rise as he [?] because i love my n-gg-s

[hook]
i love my n-gg-s
i had to write this one for the hood
’cause i love my n-gg-s
i stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
to save my n-gg-s
i know the church gon’ persecute me, homie
because i called y’all “n-gg-s”
but i’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
and k!ll my n-gg-s

[verse 2]
they say love covers a mult-tude of sin we in
and the birth of men come from the very turf we bangin’ in
tilt the henn’, pop a pill to make your hands bend
fornicating with a has-been hid in her bare skin
lil’ mama used to be a ten but drugs done hit her veins
and she sniffin’ the cocaine that the homies sling
father, i pray my work is not in vain
i need you to be the morphine to take away these n-gg-s’ pain
for what it’s worth, if i did [?] return to mother earth
satan gon’ get that work because my hurting can’t be reimbursed
although i wanna sn-tch that n-gg- purse
there ain’t nothing in that f-ggot purse to get me what my n-gg-‘s worth
and as he lurk among these trenches in the purple shirts
stay on the alert ’cause i’m in search to find a convert
build up a church from the same turf my old-school chevy skrrts
don’t mind putting in dirty work while mobbing in these converse

[verse 3]
i love my n-gg-s, it’s not to call them ignorant
it’s a term of endearment
you ain’t from it, you can’t feel this
solidify with the realest, started out at the bottom
a long way from picking cotton where bullets rain in the autumn
my kids raised up in that sodom and daughters turn baby mamas
raised by they mamas, street conditioned for the drama
man, my n-gg-s shared a llama and we sold about the same [stack?]
he’ll always be my n-gg- and can’t n-body change that
married to the game, where the ring at?
he wasn’t loyal to us, had to change that
flip the page, came to tell you jesus saves
whips and chains conditioned, boy, you still a slave
gettin’ paid, go down for the tree and you gettin’ hanged
judge got a noose for ya, i got the truth for ya
he died and rose, imagine what he can do for ya
set you free, jump in that water and feel the ecstasy
gotta keep it real, that’s what they expect from me

- sevin

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