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letra de uptown - smoke dza

[verse 1: vado]
ugh, it’s no lectures when they firin’
either you under pressure or you applyin’ it
weighing coke by the measures or you supplyin’ it
no matter how much the cheddar, ain’t no retirement
play by the oath, then put a quarter in
before you see the growth, you got to water it
gucci fur coats, tryin’ to keep my daughter in
i’m rich porter and mr. porter reportin’ this

[verse 2: smoke dza]
ugh, enough raw to make the dog sick
f-ck a u-haul truck, i need a forklift
f-ck a five star suite, i need a fortress
and if ever i swipe, i use the corporate
ragu approved, you now where the sauce is
if it ain’t a1, i never force it
any any given moment, i turn off the faucet
have you in a drought feeling nauseous

[verse 3: vado]
of course these n-ggas is gon’ hate
best part of the night is making it home safe
takin’ it home safe, cake in your safe
n-ggas at the table but eatin’ the wrong plates
they bringin’ the wrong steaks
[verse 4: smoke dza]
i ain’t givin’ them no breaks (c’mon, l)
they silly, i really be thinkin’ they on base (c’mon, son)
they sealin’ they own fate, they really be all fake (they k!llin’ us out here)
champagne pourin’, i’m bringin’ my own case
and i i probably won’t drink

[verse 5: bodega bamz]
they cut my face, so i smile a little different
i’m from the east, my style a little different
9-11, my dial a little different
behind bars, my child a little different
how this n-gga different?
i point the cal a little different
sideways, i’m a g, crime pays
covered in oil, don’t call me “goldy”
everybody getting shot like horry
don’t get your man bury like gordy
i’m gonna have forty under forty
big baller, dwayne johnson with the powder
just to make the money rain, we was skippin’ showers
i’m too dignified, i’m all about honor
these n-ggas sell they soul for a dollar
i birth n-ggas but i’m a disappointed father
my sons became prodigals just to make a profit
i’m a eastside legend, i don’t say much
i don’t need to prove sh-t, i ain’t made up
fresh like a new car smell, check the make up
god forgive em, i be talking to my maker
like give me the strength and keep me safe on the streets
cause nowadays being fake is real
i lost track, who is who?
sound the same, who is who?
i ain’t finish school, got the e-class, baby blue
like the tar heels
how this n-gga cross over?
i was never shy, even as a cub
word to sammy sosa
i’m the dominican hope that they was hoping for
had dascha polanco when she open four
the ain’t teach her no manners
so i had to open doors for her
everybody on the east, walk with me
looking real chic, put sand in my backyard
made my own beach, somewhere you can’t reach
some n-ggas gon’ learn, some n-ggas gon’ teach
some n-ggas can’t speak, keep your mouth closed
some n-ggas got a name but they ain’t earn it
i ain’t crossing the bridge unless it’s burning
i don’t give a f-ck, i did it my way, different
i’m from harlem, talented and gifted
papi

- smoke dza

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