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letra de on god - speng

chorus:
poppa done left out the house
mama stay kicking me out
couldn’t put food in my mouth
so i got me a trap and a pack on god
opps gonna circle the ends
plotting to shoot up my benz
ready to die for my friends
so i got me a strap never lack on god

verse 1:
we suffered for dreams
that never seen most, despite how we boast
we used to be close
it f-cked up the team
what glitters is plated with gold
despite what your told
what’s showed is not what it seems
life was a hurry, money to bury it dirty
so we gotta wash it in streams
no one to depend, cut off some friends
it ended up that they was not with the schemes

( punch’z …. chromey….. the man dem weren’t on it like me fam )

sleeping in the staircase, roaches crawling all up on me
and n-ggas in the hood used my situation for comedy
but all the laughter stopped got me some gwap and some armory
i am what they wanna be
i know a few n-ggas that’s wannabes
you biting more than you can chew, choking on what you can’t swallow
look close at the walls in the hood you’ll see that they chipped up from hallows
no questions we answer them
don’t cater to babies don’t pamper them
dirty laundry we hamper them
aim at they shirts and we damper them
invest in my stock, rise when i raise up the glock
when i knocked, cops couldn’t get me to talk
you n-ggas done told and you walked
get off my jock

verse 2:
og’s that ain’t dead gone took the bag and they skated
left me with crumbs and some beef but the knowledge to make it
stripped me of my innocence left totally naked
took the fur off the back of the beast, put it on and i slayed it
suicide in the hungry times
thought about it bout hundred times
a hundred grand in hundred grinds
hundred times by the summer time
dearly departed
caught up in beef we don’t know how it started
cut out ot to establish a market
stay with the tape you can’t make me a target
can you imagine?
no you just can’t even fathom
pains you endure in the famine
trying a get ghost in a phantom
persian carpets like aladdin
popping the cork on the cliquot
pour it up and let the genie out
in the hot tub like pacino
couple shorty’s brought bikinis out
out here just living
pray that our sins be forgiven
pray that they get out of prison
this evil religion
pray that we driven with chauffeured ambition on god

- speng

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