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letra de out here - sevin

yeah
the struggle?
haha you trying to tell me? about the struggle?
c’mon my n-gg- you cannot be serious homie
i know all too well, you know?
you gotta do what you gotta do
you know?

[chorus: sevin]
n-gg- it’s hard out here
enough to turn the lame to a k!lla
for the fame and the scrilla
you could starve out here
i’ve got wealth on my mind
ready to put myself on the line
we go hard out here
it’s a crime zone in every time zone
my n-gg- so grind on
yeah, on my mama
you gotta do what you feel you gotta do

[verse 1: sevin]
ay, ay
ay look homie
i ain’t came for the book
lonely
the cheese bread and the lettuce is good fo’ me
in the wood bromies
out of state with a jug on me
and they would hate but now it’s too late
to look for me
i’m out now
i’m south bound to this cow town
my rellies said they’re out here eatin’
i’m ready to chow down
put all ten toes on the foul ground
they been knowin’ the west coast is ferocious
since “bow down”
what’s the deal i’m fo’ shill
i’m still on the grind
yes honey fresh money still on the mind
they be hatering
laser beams still on the nine
if it’s a mill on the line
then i am willon’ to sign
so cash in
or end up in a trash bin
when the masked men
dress up like the task and then crash in
it’s too late to dash then
father forgive us for our greed
cuz we certainly have sinned

[verse 2: sevin]
yeah
yeah yeah
sacramento p.d. wants me fed to the furnace
for trying to get my family to flourish
they don’t care if i’m nourished
sittin’ in a chair in the service
sayin’ a prayer for the courage
just to bear and endure this
heaven and the cross
am i good enough lord
never been soft so we cook it up hard
hit the boul-e-ah-vard
no lie
we could have you so high
you be puttin’ up stars
they got me jaded for the way a n-gg- made it
every day we got paid crack babies was created
but they discriminated when we fillin’ out apps
so we premeditated when we peelin’ out straps
daily on the creep mane it’s crazy on the street
sn-tch a bundle of yo bling
and the mcgrady’s off yo feet
ain’t nothin’ sweet
i’ll put a 380 to ya cheek
and get shady for the meek
n-gg- my baby’s gonna eat

[verse 3: sevin]
yeah
yeah yeah
i’m toiling with pride blood boiling inside
45 on my side fresh oil in the slide
i’m jackin’ em for the cola they provide
the game’s a dirty journey
gotta touch some soil on the ride
currently the currency’s creating a current
that n-gg-s drown in
submerged in the water of foul sin
mo’ money mo’ power
mo’ guns and mo’ powder
n-gg-s hustle and two lines
will be bustin’ on known cowards
welcome to all out guerrila warfare
for the scrilla we k!llas with no fear
aw yeah
tip a cold beer
and the picture is so clear
weekend i’m seekin’ peace
so i’m speakin’ the lord’s prayer
if ya got it they extort ya
if ya poor they abort ya
there is no escape from the torment and torture
these are wicked times but you see i’m gettin’ mine
spittin’ lines
one blessin’ away from committing crime

you gotta do what you feel you gotta do

- sevin

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