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letra de church in the streets - skeme

[verse: skeme]
money, power, and respect
come from time and grind
can’t inherit those
real n-ggas rare nowadays
you gotta cherish those
no loves for fakes, rats and snakes
you gotta bury those
fell in love with profits, i’m clockin
i had to marry those
trust f-cked i’d rather taste m’s before these scary hoes
f-ck these rapper n-ggas my dawgs i don’t compare to those
my real life on wax i bring the facts and let you stare at those
n-ggas say they want some real sh-t
well ok, there he go

b-tch we came from nothing to something to see
it make me look at impossible like it’s nothing to me
my prayers with these street n-ggas who feel there’s nothing in reach
livin vicariously dawg and findin comfort in me
i mean that sh-t forreal
i signed my first deal, one hunnid thou straight off a mill
if you ain’t stood in my shoes you don’t know how it feel
i swear to god, swear to god, you don’t know how it feel
i just bought a pint and cracked the seal
i’m in emmental
wishing that these b-tches out my benz take these whip appeals
put that on books for my n-ggas that couldn’t get a bill
i was that n-gga back then and baby i’m that n-gga still
yeah baby i’m that n-gga still

eyes rollin up from that molly (can’t even keep em still)
f-ck a thousand dollars my n-gga (spend that on b-tches heels)
how you n-ggas claiming you players but never hit the field
type to stay they ten toes down (and dip when sh-t get trill)

who? ain’t that sh-t the truth
i don’t want too much of nothin dawg
just the sh-t that’s due
just the sh-t that’s old
these streets’ll turn a n-gga heart cold
and minds froze
spent them rocks on my clothes, them b-tches chose
take a glance at my pockets my n-gga (them b-tches swoll)
i’m boolin’ bickin’ back, whippin that rolls (?)
i came up under them g’s my n-gga, that different code
we get that bread, stack it, re-up and go get some more
that’s all we know

- skeme

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