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letra de my story - smoove'l

[intro]
ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[verse]
we ain’t the same, you pray for jays, i pray for better days
you like to party, i like to grind, ain’t ever do parades
i’m spittin’ rhymes like i don’t like somethin’ i just ate
can’t sweat this ho too much, you don’t exist in current age
but i can’t lie, mama always kept a young n-gga fly
got tired of her money, i don’t want, i’d rather die
i’m from that ny, brooklyn, that’s the best style
and i’m gettin’ rich, if i die at least i tried
i ain’t gonna front like i’m a good boy
i carried gas, i hid it from my mom ’cause i’m a hood boy
get money, young street cat grew up in the hood boy
i can’t play with my rhymes, this my story, this is not a toy
i gotta get these racks in, flip them back in
earn them backends, and i don’t spend it
bein’ impressive, and showin’ it for him
i’m tryin’ to give in, they ain’t returnin’
they all on my body, i got them ho’s who wanna touch me
i don’t fiend for no b-tch, if you touch me you get lucky
they be talkin’ on my people, ’bout to really get it ugly
i got scars i can’t hide, i’m surprised money not tucking
my problems and pride gettin’ bigger
i’m happy i’m finally becoming that n-gga
they see me gettin’ better, now they becomin’ sicker
i grind through that struggle, now i’m finally gettin’ richer
and i don’t care if i got thirty bands in the bank
rather than nothin’, before respectin’, givin’ out the hate
they mad you give a four n-gga a .40 make a ape
been in the game since young bro hustle, i made my way
(cracking-)
cars slidin’, hustling, grinding
young n-gga from the four, since a baby, wiling
that p-ssy, i dive in
for my dreams, i’m strivin’
i shine loud and proud ’cause i grind in silent
sittin’ in that bathroom, paper b-lls everywhere
i just do my birthday every day, not every year
even on my worst days when i see the chandeliers
think my mama proud, see me in jets instead of square
i rock that fitted cap like i invented that
i’m one kind, you lose me, i bet ain’t no gettin’ back
rest in peace to my brother ski, i’m never gon’ get him back
what goes around comes around, you opps better study that
[outro]
i know that they proud of me
i’m winnin’ and they hate to see
i’m winnin’ and they hate to see
a young n-gga winnin’, that’s really me
(slidin’)
(grinding)
(that p-ssy, i dive in)

- smoovel

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