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letra de misled x_x - shwiirly

[verse 1: shwiirly]
always misunderstood
had it rough but never grew up in the hood
i’m just trynna do whatever’s good
trynna help my mom, do what a son should
b-tch i posted wit’ the bros
when i was young had lots of foes
n-gga i was alone
now i be f-ckin’ on these hoes
i don’t need a strap i got my blade
p-ssy n-gga i’m ’bout to take your chain
all of these n-ggas hissin’ like snakes, (aye)
and i’m misled
pop a lead on my head
’cause i wanna be dead
don’t give a f-ck if i cannot flex
gotta get rid of stress
and i know i’m up next
want the top i don’t want s-x
and i’m posted wit’ the tec
run up on me n-gga i dare you
me and my bros gon’ shoot
i cannot f-ck with you
me and you gon’ have issues
leave you with a bl–dy nose you gon’ need tissues, (aye)
and my blade causing havoc
these b-tches dramatic
all of these n-ggas are so stupid
i’m gon pull up with a uzi
these n-ggas don’t want smoke ’cause they so f-ckin’ p-ssy
n-gga you cannot talk with a slit throat
i bathe on the blood of a goat
i’m gon’ pull up on your grave
f-cking with me was a mistake
my shirt is filled with your blood stains
i’m gon’ stick my dagger in your face
and i’m always around bad energy
gotta ignore my enemies
don’t care about negativity
just wanna show my abilities
never will lose my sanity
p-ssy jit your a fan of me
do you really think you offended me
looking for happiness but it’s not “hide and seek”
they will never feel my pain
talking sh-t
what are you gonna gain
working hard for the fame

[verse 2: johnny dinero]
hiding the cuts on my wrist
hoe throw no d-mn fist
provoked by the streets on my momma got no bliss
was jumped as jit
stomped out hit or miss
n-gga you don’t want be on my god d-mn list
as youngin had to mature so fast
cuz a bullet hit my n-gga blood covered the gr-ss
i’ve been mislead by the dealers who sell crack
angel dust blew my innocence right in the past
good kid, mad city, sh-t wasn’t so pretty
hood n-gga, good n-gga, sh-t had to be gritty
old heads, new gen, listening to fitty
alhy, 305, we blowing up our city
our circ-mstances get us closer to the pit
fire and agony our flesh burn by the bit
but we don’t care as long as we be getting lit
waiting patiently for death to come around and sit
push these n-ggas to the side
these n-ggas really wanna die
hanging from the noose my n-gga committed suicide
couldn’t even say goodbye
sh-t had me up all night
poison in my mind you call it f-cking cyanide
i got no stick by side
but i be strolling through the night
with fist ready to fight
wait woah
i got no stick by side
but i be strolling through the night
with fist ready to fight
wait woah

[closing: johnny dinero]
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head, (what?)
i’ve been mislead
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head
i’ve been misled
pop some lead on my head, (what? )

- shwiirly

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