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letra de ceiling - sherwood marty

sherwood marty
fresh prince

stack that money up, run it up to the ceiling (ceiling)
i been broke before and i don’t like that feelin’ yeah
(i been broke before and i don’t like that feelin’ yeah)

stack that money up, run it up to the ceiling (ceiling)
i been broke before and i don’t like that feelin’ (feelin’)
stay on your grind, you know you gon’ reach a million (million)
we come from robberies, drugdealin’ and k!llin’ (k!llin’)
we ain’t have it, me and flizzy, we was stealin’ (lil flame)
in the trenches, me and glizzy, we was drillin’ (drillin’)
this one day lewis told me ‘live on, you the illest (the real thang)
i know one day they gon’ label me realest, yeah

i put my faith up in my grind
stood on that block devoted time
i swear that y’all don’t know nothing ’bout me (bout me)
before i leave i grind that iron
ain’t n0body taking mine
days ???, i dare a n—- try me (try me)
got on my knees, i prayed to shine
started saving every dime
tried to put me up a whole 100 g’s (a 100 g’s)
i put my life in every line
he say i ratted? than he lying
i ain’t never talking to the police (f-ck 12)
get a job, at the block, we gon’ spin on ’em
back then i tried to pretend on ’em
nowadays, i flip and hittin’ on ’em
shots fired, man down, you don’t really want it
want smoke and i know, so you know we on it
i am a heart to streets and you just upon it
dj, i got asked
walk down, no mask
free lil flame, about them chains untill they let him go
in sherwood, baton rouge, i’m the f-cking goat
he made a diss, i ain’t say sh-t, i never spoke
but i send a note, murder what she wrote

i said my brother took my burner like my head gone(?)
i can’t stop untill i touch a million, ’till my bread long
i wonder who gon’ by right aside me, when all my bread gone
and i’m right back catching plays when the feds gone
i dont give a f-ck ’bout no fame, i done got my fame up
walking around with that bag on my neck, look like i came up
b-tch, you ain’t no gangster, stay on the porch, get your rank up
bring that boy to the streets and do him bad, hit ’em with that banger
b-tch, you know i’m clutchin’
hollow points fallin’ out trough my draws(?)
getto baby, throwin’ up my 4’s whenever i ball
just a while back, i was hoopin’, i was playin for (???)
now i am chasing that bag
if you want smoke, we burning all of y’all
they ain’t believe me when i said i was gon’ be sh-t
they still sleepin’, but i still got my focus now
everybody on my team on that rich sh-t now
everybody on that sick sh-t (da da da)

and i know one day they gon’ label me realest, yeah
i know one day they gon’ label me realest, yeah

- sherwood marty

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