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letra de sunset over harlem - sly desilva & jagger james

[verse 1 – jagger james]
rolling with the top down the way that my plot’s gone
my whole life behind me i’m shocked, wow, i’m pop now
name drop an album, the board it will top now
never seen this outcome, i’m more than i was ‘bout
used to chill on the block, but i’m running these ops, how?
giving up everything on the path to run the town
n-ggas acting sideways and give me the runaround
now things run my way from record sales to repping clout
never acting reckless, been the witness, seen the weapons out
homies used to break ‘em down for parts, stock, grip and lock
sell the difference make some cash, legal sh-t no paper bags
applied the hustle to my game, trust, man, i can pay for that
remember in east harlem? it was a dece apartment
three bodegas on the block – safe havens when sh-t started
stoop kids or corner kids, was neither wasn’t for the sh-t
bullet holes and boarded windows, just another morbid symbol
sh-t that you don’t wanna see, hallelujah honestly
last time i was home, i realized that i need to leave
all the folks i left behind, the homies we had better times
surrounded by my posse, but it’s lonely on the other side
seen too many lost, executions and lock ups
no more street sh-t, i’m getting my stock up
comfort, or risk it? it was a toss up
dream is imperial, bambi my poppa
i pop up on the block, these streets paved cobblestone
my posse packed tight, i walk past peeps i probably know
their fortunes ain’t right, car impounded and towed
i hop back in mine thinking “where did life go?”
had to do some crooked sh-t, reminiscing got me shook a bit
now i’m booking all these hits, winnings always look convinced
in the car i’m looking lit, premonitions took a bit
my rearview mirror shining brighter with the ruined tint

[verse 2 – sly desilva]
close the suicide doors on my green lamborghini
rolling past the poor and i’m hoping that they see me
a victory lap for mr. big stacks
been broke before and i’m never going back
never pay tax, never leave tracks
never serve life, got fall guys for that
two million in cash in the back
blunt on the dash
heard the sirens but they drove right past
crashed they stocks and foreclosed they homes
they ain’t lock me up, they lock up jerome
bank still gon’ deny they loan
but they feel superior in they mobile homes
the yellow lines stretch into the sunset
i look to the sky, it’s the colour of bloodshed
green in my eyes, i be getting my funds and
white outlines for anybody who gunning
in this zero sum game, i go zero to sixty
bullet to your brain if it grows my empire quickly
they say rome wasn’t built in a day (heh)
i say rome wasn’t built without some motherf-cking slaves
i’m the slavemaster, sick b-st-rd, rich cracker
crack that whip, make me my money faster
money from the business and money from crack
white man paid off of all of that
now it’s riots in the streets, a country divided
try and sell ‘em on the hate and these stupid f-ckers buy it (“hunt them down!”)
took everything they had and they liked it
’til i turned around
shorted all the markets and invested in china (“…further decline of the us dollar”)
the lies are real, the news is fake (“…and we will make america great again!”)
russia today says america’s great
into the sunset, clean getaway
can’t do sh-t like i got diplomat plates

- sly desilva jagger james

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