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letra de do or die - shootergang kony

[verse]
hard to show that you some different i’m toting flames
and no i don’t influence the trippin unless he bang
they gave him life before he get to be a man
we overcame them type of obstacles hope they wasn’t in vain
you gon waste your time not elevating with lames
i’m tryna touch them millis we playing a different game
10 milli watch me blow and get em stained
i was never scared of heights i was scared of making a change
and k!llers from my section showing range
i’m really popping them n-ggas got ill chance
a couple b-tches i ain’t get to entertain
i guess i’m subject to the bullsh-t playing them lil games
he want to make a name you accept him for what he bang
he do it for the gang, guess we link from a different chain
for all my n-ggas slaying imma pay for scott with your name
b-tch i’m h-lla geeking my people know i’m in pain
them streets i graduated them 38s turn the case
robbing everyday i couldn’t make it minimum wage
n-ggas never loved us so i’m turning a different page
n-ggas never read anyways they getting played
i’m red mob you know my lifestyle really do or die
his casket ready, he keep asking for a suit and tie
it’s hard to trust you when you kick it with a group of lies
you tryna slide i’ll send my hooker up to end a prize
you better try some other necklace you ain’t gettin mine
and we the snakes that eat the snakes so we the different slime
they hit him 30-sum times wit h-lla different 9’s
i hear it’s money on my head i hope you n-ggas try
it be hard to keep it pushing when your n-ggas die
and free my monkeys doing time they swing from different vines
them crackas on me for a murder you do different crimes
i’m still a father and son we throw up different signs
how many times them n-ggas stabbed you in yo back?
they try to do it twice they tried it i ain’t crack
been in these trenches running laps
and since i started rap some n-ggas act like we a pact
was never nun of that
when i was working on my act, you never blew a strap
some n-ggas said they never liked us
we know you kinda lacked
don’t even wanna rap no more, and get to fire back
well i be sliding on this jack, i’m leaving tire tracks
from the murders is the mist, i picture dying that
im finna shake the candlelight, them n-ggas crying at
my n-ggas crashing through the yekee
i told him find a strap
that’s why you ain’t k!lled n0body with it b-tch
we finna buy it back on the gang

- shootergang kony

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