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letra de foot on ya neck - sha hef

[production by seewax]

[hook]
pop me a pill, and roll up some sess
they tell me stop fucking with drugs
but that’s how i cope with my stress
i carry the weight of the world
i got so much shit on my chest
but soon we be cashin’ them cheques
my nigga that’s word to my set
i still got one foot in the trap, the other foot right on ya neck
already got money and power now niggas gon’ show me respect
im rolling up pieces of sour these b-tches is throwing me neck
and soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga thats word to my set, word to my tec, word to my vest

[verse 1]
zip sealed bag silence full of loud
cannabis addict and im fucking proud
in the clouds fucking with sativas
little nigga never did le tigre
smoke dolo i’m a heavy steamer
been a schemer, sold dope, sold hoes
and i can hotwire any beamer
plus i pack the nina
i’m very real and i dont practice neither
if there’s two ho’s then im clappin’ either (true)
im fighting these demons off i need a exorcist
rolling blunts in pages outta exodus
pardon my pestilence
still on a pedestal, perpetual they hate me
but never question my excellence
you pumpin’ dimes, i flood your block with them nicks
my other youngin’ up the block with them zips
make sure they wallets is thick
hit ’em with chips pockets is full of ruffles
check my stats when it come to the hustle, young bill russell

[hook]
pop me a pill and roll up some sess
they tell me stop fucking with drugs but that’s how i cope with my stress
i carry the weight of the world i got so much shit on my chest
but soon we be cashin them cheques my nigga thats word to my set
i still got one foot in the trap the other foot right on ya neck
already got money and power now niggas gon’ show me respect
im rolling up pieces of sour these b-tches is throwing me neck
and soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga that’s word to my set, word to my tec, word to my vest

[verse 2]
pops tell me my blessings come in the afterlife
like son you gotta curb your appetite
and learn to sacrifice
keep your faction tight
and ride on ’em even if he ain’t the action type
i’m the young benny blanco out the bronx
and you can catch bullets in traffic like gronk
i smoke strong every hour just launch
niggas start snitching get stomped, the fuck i’m on
got three of my closest niggas in the can
judicial system fucking up my plans
roll another gram pop a xan
pour some liquor for my bigger bro
in the streets i let em go like ichiro
i dropped the tape and put the rap game in a finger fold
thirty seconds left i got the and-one and the finger roll
before i ever got some pussy i was pushin’ packs
and before i had my license i was totin’ straps

[outro]
(yeah nigga, before i had my license i was toting straps, you heard! im talkin’ bout my drivers license you feel me fifteen running round with that thing on me but thats neither here nor there though you feel me?)

[hookx3]
pop me a pill and roll up some sess
they tell me stop fucking with drugs but that’s how i cope with my stress
i carry the weight of the world i got so much shit on my chest
but soon we be cashin them cheques my nigga thats word to my set
i still got one foot in the trap the other foot right on ya neck
already got money and power now niggas gon’ show me respect
im rolling up pieces of sour these b-tches is throwing me neck
and soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga thats word to my set, word to my tec, word to my vest

- sha hef

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