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letra de prevail - skinnyboi cj

[intro]
skinnyboi n-gga (skrr)
i put my heart in this sh-t you know what im sayin
look (lets go)

[chorus]
tryna keep my sane, staying strong for that pain that’s on the way (that’s on the way)
told twin we’ll be straight (straight)
we gon get this pape (we gon get this pape)
my forces ain’t even white no more, laces look like homeless t–th
how far will this rap sh-t go, i just hope they notice me

bad hoes they gon see this cash then come around
no more bandos, bet not wear no shoes inside this house
they ain’t even let me drop the tapе they tryna sign me off of trillers (on gang)
taking footstеps out the hood, no more hide and seek with k!llers (no more no more)

[verse 1]
some these folks like dead beat dads, they ain’t tryna support the kid (on gang)
you can ask treal bout jania, we was shooting more than skits
(boom boom boom boom)
when that front yard got too lonely, fake love overtook the real ( it did)
i was down bad on my t-st-cl-s, did not know how to feel
and i hate the smoke but round it still learn how to drive or how to drill
i go so hard they tried to stop me, will it work i doubt it will
out the way i tried to stay, i’m in and out of smoke like firemen
bout to get kicked out the crib if rap don’t work ill try again
(try again)
[bridge]
its up, up (its up), its up from here

[verse 2]
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no its just cj, when i touch down i make it clear
i was left on seen by the lil green bean, when i come up look who appear
i was a broke, joke, barely had hoes, in the streets facing my fears
(in the streets)
is my k!ller who i just dapped up, you wasn’t in that front yard b-tch back up
tryna ride around in a big black truck (skir skir), who that is in the whip that’s us (it is i)
take that risk i hop out rob him, i thought this l!ck would solve my problems (i thought)
you know where i live its gotham (on god), less than half these kids got fathers
behind luh craig i gotta spin, share a bag of chips with twin (twin)
ain’t one cosmetologist, take off yo wig with this lil gen (gra gra)
you got envy in yo sk!llset, you wanna do me in (you want to)
it ain’t nun to get you stepped on please don’t make my shooter grin

bad hoes they gon see this cash then come around
no more bandos, bet not wear no shoes inside this house
they ain’t even let me drop the tape they tryna sign me off of trillers
taking footsteps out the hood, no more hide and seek with k!llers
[exit]
(yah yah)

- skinnyboi cj

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