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letra de downtown - sheedts

[verse 1]
yeah, ruins in the bottle with the bottle in my left hand
left hand, ‘member all them times when we slept in
bae, i still remember when we used to go to chester and
you focusin’ on school and it has only made me less than
less than a man, but i ain’t under it, i’m steppin’
best in demand, uh, stretch with the hand
worried ’bout no losses, i’m just sticking to the plan
you say a loss make a loser, i say a loss make a man
stick to the plan
uh, if you only win, then how you know the difference in the sand?
could be standing on gold or standing on a jam
only stand to lift my brothers up, not standing on a man
i’m a diamond in the rough with emphasis on that last part
but she don’t see it like i do, that’s why i got a glass heart
wonder why she folded, should’ve known we had fast start
lose ’em how you get ’em and i got her from a bad spot
the way i’m makin’ updates in my life, it’s like a laptop
closed shut, i was writing raps inside the crack spot
money making mitch, i would’ve sent ace to the glass top
uh, but instead, i’m trappin’ out that black top

[chorus]
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, downtown
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, i’m downtown, baby
downtown, downtown
[verse 2]
can you look me in the face and tell me that you with it?
man, i’m thanking god, the sh-t i did, it really made me different
i had a decision that i chose to make and go on with it
now these n-ggas lookin at me different, tellin’ me i’m trippin’
i forgot to mention sh-t that n-ggas did to make me distant
now i’m lookin’ at my past like, “f-ck it if you n-ggas with ’em”
dump it, please come get ’em
shots fillin’ up his liver
make a n-gga harlem shake, goin’ hard jus like i’m jigga
i’m still in the trenches though, but i got dreams of living bigger
lately, it been hard to smile, at least i’m gettin’ my pockets bigger
uh, i said, at least i’m gettin’ my pockets bigger
uh-huh, yeah, uh, d-mn, uh
bad b-tches after bad b-tches at the party
i’m tryna run it up ’cause where i’m from, they do it hardly
pretty b-tch, she got a smile, she on cam like icarly
i taught my white boy how to shoot, this four pound, it hit gnarly

- sheedts

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