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letra de bay street - sly desilva

[verse 1]
i walk that bay street walk, i talk that bay street talk
when i go to sleep i still be thinking bay street thoughts
yo, sly desilva, i got money on my brain
i got gold on my mind though it’s silva in my name
if you got it i want it, if i want it i take it
if i take it it’s mine and it’s your girl that’s naked
there’s no line i won’t cross, there ain’t sh-t that is sacred
it’s the fact that i’m hated that lets me know that i made it
i’m faded off of wealth, and i’m drunk off my power
i get lifted off success like i’m snorting the powder
i’m the money counting, god doubting, ghost money phantoms founding
price gouging, rival drowning, d-mn astounding bad guy
so hi, it’s nice to meet you, i’m sly
-ss-ssination and murder? then you know i’m your guy
embezzlement or maybe fraud? yeah, just send me a line
cause at any given time, yo
you can find me on

[hook]
bay street, robbing all your savings
taking all the aid that’s supposed to go to haiti
bay street
i get the paper i don’t chase it, it just comes to me
i get the paper i don’t chase it, it just comes to me
bay street, evenings with your lady
taking her for steaks so you know she gon’ repay me
bay street
i get the paper i don’t chase it, it just comes to me
i get the paper i don’t chase it, it just comes to me

[verse 2]
bay street mobbing, i be all up in this motherf-cker
rolling top down in my ’64 impalla
they say i’m a culture vulture and they’re godd-mn right
i’m taking hip-hop for myself
because i’m godd-mn white collar crooking
i ain’t never see inside central booking
but the b-tches think i’m cute because i’m macklemore-looking
so i be taking your woman and i be taking your culture
and i be taking your money like the financial sector
every law i support, i be taking your rights
and if you don’t f-cking like it then i’m taking your life
my hired goons pull triggers like white cops pull six figures
from crowdfunding campaigns that opt to make them the victors
when the victim’s descriptor is not that of their k!ller
and the cop played judge jury and executioner
but he won’t be a prisoner, the verdict’s always the same
and i pay for my hits through crowdfunding campaigns
’cause i’m on

[verse 3]
bay street psychopath, k!ll whoever’s in my path
taking measures, faking letters, making sure they won’t come back
heart attacks, suicides, pills that had not been prescribed
i fake it well, ain’t going to jail cause i ain’t ’bout to do no time
walking all up in the funeral like i’m the sh-t
widow crying now, soon she’ll be sucking d-ck
stick it in, she drop that -ss like the casket
i reach out and grasp it, her grief she getting past it
pastor preaching ’bout some catholic sh-t
please b-tch, i don’t need this
you say that there’s good and evil and evil will be punished
meanwhile i’m standing here with my pockets full of hunnids
i’m not evil, i just don’t f-ck with morality
so if you ask me how i sleep at night, it just don’t bother me
there is no heaven, just the h-ll that’s on this earth
so i will make this h-ll my heaven ’til i’m buried in dirt
’cause i’m from

[outro]
i get the paper, i don’t chase it, it just comes to me
i get the paper, i don’t chase it, it just comes to me

- sly desilva

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