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letra de intro - sob odee

[intro]
i thought a man was innocent until he’s proven guilty
ain’t been no jury to judge me
how long must i pay for the wrong i’ve done?
i’m a victim of circumstance, you see

[chorus]
thirteen with a sig
i remember out there on the bike i was tryna split a wig
mama had died, that’s when i spazzed, i was lost and just a kid
everybody ask me, “what’s wrong?” but it’s just i’m too f-cked up in the head
missin’ all my people who dead
ptsd got me scared
seein’ my brothers go like that, man, that sh-t got to me
so i been stackin’ all these chips, tryna feed og and get her a new property
everybody ’round me actin’ like i owed thеm somethin’ like, “what you got for me?”
but thеy ain’t have sh-t when i was just on my d-ck, n-gga, n0body spotted me
[verse 1]
not even a dime or a penny
2018, we was just trappin’, i got up there and get me any
now everybody mad at me, i’m selfish and see i got plenty
and i still give back to mines, i know the feelings when your pockets empty
bought a new watch, no waste of time
different clocks for different biddies
down bad, i couldn’t wait to shine
now i wish i was a civilian
fourteen, i kept the nine
n-gga ’round me was bustin’ pistols
in the streets, my mama cryin’, worried ’bout my safety
they wanna take me so i was blowin’ missles
she know i kept it on me
big sis told me, “watch your homies”
n-ggas, they got phony so i ride ’round with this gun on my lonely, wishin’ a n-gga would run up on me
used to post up on the island like stoney, ‘member the days i was hungry
and real n-ggas know when starvin’, we ate fried baloney
’cause we ain’t have sh-t in the fridge, it fed the guys, the homies
so we start dealin’ to keep fed so we wouldn’t get boney
but regardless of a n-gga starvin’, i stacked and got money
and my b-tch get loud like my gun, i got two rachets on me
yeah, boy, i said, “rachet”
with a gun i got a lot, it’s like that b-tch was magic
you wouldn’t even know i had it on me by the way i pack it
i’m eatin’ cookies while i’m smokin’ somethin’ from out the packet
but the police come, i put that zip up like i was a jacket
and these n-ggas bums, ain’t got no money, they ain’t even in my bracket
while in the slums i only got somethin’ for christmas and taxes
you won’t understand what i be sayin’ because you n-ggas had it
man, you n-ggas cappin’
you ain’t out here with no purpose, boy, you livin’ lavish
n-ggas say they life a movie ’cause they livin’ [?]
i had to adapt and change my ways ’cause i was livin’ backwards
in the field i [was like a packer?]
[chorus]
thirteen with a sig
i remember out there on the bike i was tryna split a wig
mama had died, that’s when i spazzed, i was lost and just a kid
everybody ask me, “what’s wrong?” but it’s just i’m too f-cked up in the head
missin’ all my people who dead
ptsd got me scared
seein’ my brothers go like that, man, that sh-t got to me
so i been stackin’ all these chips, tryna feed og and get her a new property
everybody ’round me actin’ like i owed them somethin’ like, “what you got for me?”
but they ain’t have sh-t when i was just on my d-ck, n-gga, n0body spotted me

[verse 2]
n0body gave me sh-t
but now i’m up and i do numbers, n-ggas on my d-ck
f-ck all of the folks who thought i couldn’t, i stopped takin’ risks
‘member i used to starve for days so i wasn’t takin’ sh-t
pillsbury, we bakin’ sh-t
and you cut off, you call me, “slime”, f-ck all that snaky sh-t
free of all my brothers out them cans who fightin’ cases and sh-t
i was just fifteen, i fell in love with a lil’ basic b-tch
and n-ggas mad i speak this realer sh-t, guess i was made for this
ayy

- sob odee

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