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letra de trained to kill - sha hef

[verse 1]
when it’s time to put in pain, i’ma do it myself
when the load touch down, i’ma move it myself
i’ma bring that sh-t back, i’ma cook it myself
the plug said he got more, then i’ma push it myself
i came up on the dope block, made thousand out of smoke pot
at fourteen, i put my first thousand in my coat pock’
the only thing i do better than rap is makin’ c0ke lock
the only thing i fear other than snitches is a roadblock
if the feds rush, i’m ready for whatever, but i hope not
ptsd, i’m clutchin’ on my pole soon as the door knock
the whole plot, i had your baby mother in the dope spot
when the load drop, the shop stay open ’til the flow stop
i never had a og, i grinded from a o-z
he like, “why they call you half a brick when it’s a whole ki?”
i’m lowkey, play the town for like five days and smoked a whole p
can never trust a n-gga that’s gon’ cook for me with no fee
uh, i’m givin’ out shots like i’m philanthropic
never been into gossip, they lookin’ for me on the block but i been in the tropics
think i’m from texas, the way i sip and play with the rockets
i asked you ’bout some paperwork, don’t try and switch the topic
i paid the plug, then paid the bills, then reinvest the profit
then i took bricks from cross the country, put ’em in the projects
when you get rich from servin’ smokers, it’s a different process
stop it, i’m a f-ckin’ locksmith

[chorus]
gun stainless steel, all my n-ggas trained to k!ll
we hide the pain with pills and all my n-ggas aim at will
ea sports, i’m in the game for real
heard you n-ggas rats, you sayin’ names for real
gun stainless steel, all my n-ggas trained to k!ll
we hide the pain with pills and all my n-ggas aim at will
ea sports, i’m in the game for real
heard you n-ggas rats, you sayin’ names for real

[verse 2]
everything gotta go like a yard sale
all season makin’ snow, this a hard sell
the weight land and i’ma move it like a barbell
started usin’ small scales and now i owe the cartel
sippin’ red by the 4, not martel
ice cream man, my kitchen like carvell
thought he was solid but he sour now, ah well
your b-tch was eatin’ on my d-ck when your call failed
i can never let a sucker get ahead of me
we cut the tongue out a snitch, that’s the remedy
move a thousand grams, that’s my energy
f-ck is you sh-ttin’ me? i’m a walkin’ felony
moved everything from heroin to ketamine
sold chicks, sold songs, and amphetamines
free snake and i’ma scream it ’til they set him free
we shoot a n-gga broad day, then lock the letter b

- sha hef

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