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letra de kids - s'natra

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[chorus: s’natra]
yeah
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids

[verse 1: s’natra]
yeah we grow fast (yeah)
now we want the cash
box to help my favorite jordans turn into the stash
way before i hit the first blunt
or that girl i smashed
the world it p-ssed me by a laugh
it crazy ’cause all of my n-ggas from the sandbox
pitchin’ like it’s sand lot
yeah they was hustlin’ early
so mama don’t worry
why i’m out the house in a hurry
[?] bringin’ back what she can’t afford
yeah i’m [?] a pack, had it in my drawer
made a little cash then i wanted more
then she cleaned my room
found some on the floor
but i just wanted to help mama with the struggle
move to philly but she still work in the city
yeah that’s hustle
do it for my sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, uncles, cousins
’cause they raised me never played me
way before my name was buzzin’

[chorus]
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids

[verse 2: t-shyne]
[?]
i miss those days but ain’t no goin’ back (no goin’ back)
i never changed but i went got some cash (i never changed)
speedin’ through my life i don’t wanna crash (i don’t wanna crash)
i was at my mama house sleepin’ on the floor
i ain’t gonna lie, it’s a long time ago
we ain’t have much, it was me and my bros
one little bed had to fit us four
now we doin’ shows gotta get on the go
me and my n-ggas we stay on the floor
i remember days i was flyin’ in coach
now i’m on a jet and i’m flyin’ over coasts
my teacher told me i’d be a drug dealer
guess she was right
i’m still makin’ more money than she made in her life
yeah i rap my pain through the mic
just to get this money out i had to make sacrifices
forever kid ’cause the real die young
i don’t hold my tongue
n-ggas scared to shoot the one
no money for the rent
could’ve been evicted any month
screaming “f-ck my landlord
money the only thing he want”

[chorus: s’natra]
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids
i miss the sh-t we did as kids

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