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letra de #soljayfree - sol jay

[verse 1]
uh, i do this sh-t forever
and motherf-ckers want me bodied ’cause i did it better
who insecure about they b-tch ’cause of who made it wetter?
that lil’ simp want call her “shawty,” i think, “b-tch” is better
i heard my info gettin’ spread for personal vendetta
i heard i’m in yo’ f-ckin’ head like how i was in —-
like, what you do when there’s no answers to yo’ prayers on my downfall?
you tell yo’ uncle, “get the gang” for when we ’round y’all
but, i ain’t expect to witnеss that much of a p-ssy (you f-ckin’ p-ssy)
i knew the b-tch was bi’ but i ain’t expеct her to suck on no b-lls
you want be in the game but in this game, you never hear yo’ name on roll call
like you don’t hear yo’ name from yo’ father
unless it’s comin’ out of h-ll
you walkin’ with some mid-age demons to curse the curse upon yourself
then have yo’ old-head, deadbeat, lowlife
whip me with his glock, just for the cops to come and throw me in the cell
[bridge]
you know, it’s crazy, sh-t ain’t even have to get to that point
but it was liquor in the system that done brought him a choice
then he said he had my back, like
“we got it, you my boy, but you a p-ssy if you’d rather be with family and enjoy”
i seen it as a red flag, but i ain’t act up on it
but to a brother that i gave a family, that sh-t was disappointing
when the opp loaded me in his whip, you told me that you’d tell the family ’bout it
just to hear, you capped up on it

[verse 2]
to hear that they ain’t know sh-t until they let me have a call
and that i couldn’t do sh-t until the court declare the law
with anger sittin’ in my thoughts, aggression racin’ in my heart
while i was sittin’ in the cell and only starin’ at the wall
and i can’t do sh-t ’bout the past, but i could study what i saw
and learn that, i need be more picky with the people i involve
in my life, i have a choice to let ’em slide
but, how the f-ck i’ll let ’em slide when they can’t even apologize?
f-ck the system, they trippin’, they don’t give a f-ck about my side
you could be a victim, but it’d be different if you ain’t white
the same kids in school that was always stretching they eyes, when i’d walk by
the same ones’ b-tches want me inside them
and trust me, i would f-ck ’em if my standards was low, but they high
my b-tches at they best when they with me, until i say, “bye”
that’s why that b-tch you tried to k!ll me for ain’t worth sh-t no more
she hit her peak when she was mine
but our souls was tied
that’s why when she told me she depressed, i knew it’s better if i left
’cause my soul is mine
and i’m already dealing with myself and all the demons in my head
and i been feelin’ like i met some other demons in my bed
and all the feelings that i felt was only there to feel the pleasure
and a reason i ain’t hurt, was ’cause i knew we ain’t forever
but, i was bringin’ us to church to raise the chance of that potential
[outro]
uh, i do this sh-t forever
and motherf-ckers want me bodied ’cause i did it better
who insecure about they b-tch ’cause of who made it wetter?
that lil’ simp want call her “shawty,” i think, “b-tch” is better
i heard my info gettin’ spread for personal vendetta
i heard i’m in yo’ f-ckin’ head like how i was in m—

- sol jay

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