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letra de red black green - soulgroupuniverse

808
soul
yo!
sh-t hot the feds know who you beefin wit (sh-t hot)
they been layin on ya crib a couple weeks and sh-t
you paranoid ya glock 9 who you sleepin wit
you curved them bad hoes you was creepin wit
he really did the crime so he don’t speak of it
don’t make a plan
n-gg- be the plan
we was really runnin up in cribs think i’m peter pan (fact)
young n-gg-s servin pies like the pizza man
look inside his eyes you could see the man
i swear to god he saw his own demise when the heater jammed
that’s a bad st-tch now you stuck in it
better make sure them hands work or get cut in it
this sh-t greasy can’t believe it came this far
took a lot of risks so you could see me in this car (fact)
seen a lot of things i never knew i was this scarred
all the pain turned a pup into a big dog
you think it’s your time then ya clock is off
ch-llo- facts
you don’t wanna war wit soul n-gg- knock it off
ch-llo- nah
have to f-ck around an

ch-llo
uh
ch-llo n-gg-
yo
best believe i’m best left alone (facts)
you stepping wrong if u left ya weapon home (word)
we post on the curb treat that corner store like a stepping stone (sutphin)
grind till we see a bird for it’s said and done and we dead and gone (gone)
sippin mcallan at mister chow/
i’m self made but this sh-t ain’t as simple as it could sound (nah)
i made a vow to keep my foot on they neck till i get the crown (true)
y’all livin foul bet it greasy i’m letting that blicka blaow (glllllt boom)
i’m getting lost in my thoughts as i spin the town
like sacrifices ima take for the life that i’m living now (facts)
like how many a get sn-tched by the people don’t speak a sound /
like if my chick a stick around if the judge was to sit me down /
what’s understood don’t need to be said (nah)
i had a dream since since super man draws and peeing the bed /
road 2 riches got tunnel vision all i see is the bread (word)
painting pictures i’m lane switching blowing tree to the head
gone

stargiela
like a piece
it’s harder to write
but it’s easily read
all these words
never spoken but they need to be said
i thought i
needed the streets but they need me instead
i’m tryna keep up with myself i guess i lead to be lead
i’m just sayin
i was p’n up since you would pee in the bed
i’m just playin
but nah really ima fiend for this bread
i used to walk around in circles with my dreams in my head
cause every time i fell asleep
i was seemingly dead
it’s like the demons had my body
but they needed my head
i kept a crown on it!
this sh-t sounding like town, don’t it?
you won’t love me til they
k!ll me like micheal brown homie
“don’t bro me if you don’t know me”
like how that sound brodie?
your mother look just like mine
you out of bounds homie
(breath)
that’s the problem with n-gg-s now
like
ya father was around
understand you a different child
like
you think these b-tches love you they f-ckin’ you just for now
god forbid they sit you down
she’ll be f-ckin’, suckin’ a clown
she’ll be counting every dollar til they day you don’t come around
calling another n-gg- “baby”
that’s the mother of your child
now you sick in a cell talking bout you gon’ “gun em down”
cause when your body sitting still
your mind is just running wild (uh)

- soulgroupuniverse

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