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letra de t.i.g - sidney breedlove

yeah, uh, yeah, uh, breed

i just thank god that i’m doing my thang
how you complain ain’t you doing the same
wasn’t for me but my n-gg-s they gang
leave it to me all this sh-t it’s gone change
got left in the streets don’t you see the remains
my eyes teared up all i see is the pain
just queued my money here it come on a train
and ain’t sh-t funny you must think it’s a game

yeah, just do my dance on em like i’m q money
when things going good everyday sunny
where’s my family that actually love me
not planning and plotting on taking it from me
they don’t understand me i rap for my mummy
i know they can’t stand me upsetting they tummy
they throwing these punches but none of em touch me
ain’t nun landing unless that i’m coming
yeah, off of that runway yeah
you headed wrong way down a one-way yeah
they do not play less it’s gunplay
you can get fried today on a monday
momma had cried because what her son say
momma i’m dying if they wanna come play
looked in his eyes and couldn’t find nun to say
but that’s no surprise because where we from they
yeah, born in this sh-t and sworn to this sh-t
they know that i’m fly so they swarm to this sh-t
cold world 40’s as warm as it gets
you make it that age you now more than rich
how the h-ll are they affording this
you thought they was kids but they shorties wit clips
older than them
but i won’t condemn

i i i just i just thank god that i’m doing my thang
how you complain ain’t you doing the same
wasn’t for me but my n-gg-s they gang
leave it to me all this sh-t it’s gone change
got left in the streets don’t you see the remains
my eyes teared up all i see is the pain
just queued my money here it come on a train
and ain’t sh-t funny you must think it’s a game

uh, ain’t sh-t funny huh, but the money
but that is no joke you inviting the smoke
it’s driving you crazy your license revoked
most likely a cycle you caught in the spokes, bars
ones you can’t handle you make it look hard
remove that lil handle we know you a fraud
you all up on twitter we played in the yard
guess that we literally scarred
but these days it’s severe and i will persevere
the purses are here they rehearsing for “queers eye”
popping my sh-t i ain’t near as shy
born off in akron is that near the chi
who knows but they know where i’m raised
lettin off shots and them bullets don’t graze
sweatin them bullets they sent out them grades
until the 10th grade cause mommy didn’t play
these days i don’t neither
bully the beat turn that b-tch to a sleeper
how your money so fast but you still cannot keep up
sh-t on the track leave this sh-t in here reeking
got them intrigued for the things that i’m speaking
edge of the seats for the things that i speak of
you better speak up
what’s done in the dark is still gonna sneak up
pray you don’t catch a pat to the back like a hiccup, hahaha

- sidney breedlove

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