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letra de lemme out (the sin) - stoek

[man , talking]: well boys , we hit the jackpot this time …

[bridge]:
gotta let me out
ima martian so you got to let me out
plant my garden so why don’t chu let me out ?
i am starving yes you finna let me out …

[hook]:
no more low class it’s time to propel my thoughts
coming from the sin it is like a melting pot
aside from 5-0 you could really tell it’s hot
all the trees that i blow i inhale the crop ..

[verse]:
7-0-2 , stay on the strip if you a tourist
cuz if you leave that mu f-cka yo family might need a florist !
victims in the sin
grim in the sin
i’m innocent , uh
bounce like pendulum
down this hen’ to grin
out with friends & nem , yeah
ima demon screaming with this nine on my side
& the pine has arrived , yo
these thotties on my line for my life got no time for a wife i won’t sign dotted line , no !
where does all the time go ?
all the fine hoes
rub wood like pinesol
can’t take this grind slow
finna keep hustling till i’m ritchie , lionel
or die tryin
stiff arm em li-like heisman
west mike myers pied piper poppin hymen
dropping fine gems
stop the whining
cop a dime &
‘box get high &
thoughts surprise em
jotting writing
ima emcee spitting witta pen & a pad
got these hens on my sack , yo
got me thinking if my pen didn’t lack
would i pretend in my raps ?
& offend upper class , so
i’m an assh0l-
her ass i’ll smash whole
pour me a glassful
no need to ask “who ?”
but i’m reserved like i act bashful ..
[hook]:
no more low class it’s time to propel my thoughts
coming from the sin it is like a melting pot
aside from 5-0 you could really tell it’s hot
all the trees that i blow i inhale the crop ..

[verse]:
litty east side
f-f-ck the strip come where i reside
from the 0-3-0 to 1-2-1 aka the belly of the beast’s side
can’t tell me what i’ve seen with these eyes
can’t tell me what i’ve seen with these eyes
culture shock
the vultures knock
we always roll my city’s known for rock
gamble checks my city’s known for guap
devour l’s my city’s known for loss
known for thots
know for crys known for cops
don’t be the one to go & cross , heh
someone you shouldn’t have
banana clips turn ya to pudding fast
ya peeping me ? i see ya looking ass
hooded hoodlum reading rhyme book in class
everyday’s a struggle fight with hooks & jabs
every night unsettled blow a wood & nap
death around the corner , uh on the way to pocket change
the block remains
with ops & lames
the same block that has me locked in chains
the same block that has my pops deranged
the first block that seen me pop a drank
as much as i would like not to change
i’m afraid you gotta stop the claims
i’m afraid you gotta stop the blame
i could write but it’s not for fame
i could dumb down but it’s not my brain
watch the throne as i plot the reigns
plenty shooters but lots of blanks
cop the dank as the top i aim for …

[bridge]:
gotta let me out
ima martian so you got to let me out
plant my garden so why don’t chu let me out ?
i am starving yes you finna let me out

[hook]:
no more low class it’s time to propel my thoughts
coming from the sin it is like a melting pot
aside from 5-0 you could really tell it’s hot
all the trees that i blow i inhale the crop ..

- stoek

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