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letra de backdoor - stoneda5th

[verse]
it’s a post inside the trench like ain’t signed me a deal
tell lil’ brodie set the back door, we ain’t lettin’ ’em in
was up like three hundred, still passin’ a benz
lost my dog to a rat, i’m missin’ my friends
risk it all, get it back, catch an opp, he ran a lap
leave a n-gga brain on his lap, at the crib she throw it back
ever since my first drill, i don’t know how to act
squabble back to back in white tape, gladiator school
you g-ngb-ng, so when it get deep, don’t take it personal
he tried to call his dad when he got caught, but he ain’t make it to him
pops told me don’t do it, i didn’t listen
way before the trophy tat, i had to shoot him
you was never in our car when it was time for shootings
you the type of n-gga get a gun and never use it
i’m the type to make it do [?], straight to business
bounce out in they hood, keep squeezin’ ’til nothin’ in it
started with a penny, looked up, now he worth millions
back to back shootin’, [?], that the lord forgive me
so i talk to jesus, got a reply from the reaper
i done tried so many times that you not gon’ hear it
5.56 went through his house, think the neighbors heard it
you wasn’t with me runnin’ fades inside the pit, you do not know me
been doin’ this since fourteen, i don’t need no help
n-ggas is never outside, they is not gon’ step
i’m from a city where the steppers get stepped on
since a kid, your b-tch been callin’ me handsome
catch an opp, hold his ass up for ransom
been shootin’ my bl!ck, this ain’t new to me
got caught up with drugs, he don’t even got no jewelry
what he got beef in the streets? i ain’t beefin’ with you industry n-ggas
i can’t wait ’til i see ’em, put an end to these n-ggas
i ain’t never mentioned you, so don’t mention me, n-gga
can’t be around some homies, off of drank, they be actin’ a fool
caught him outside, popped him up, can’t dodge 7.62s
i do some time inside a box, i kept breakin’ the rules
pick a homie brain off the ground, should’ve packed him a tool
n-ggas don’t want no beef with the gang ’cause we ruthless
we ran outside my specialty, i really do this
if it’s beef then it’s beef to the fullest
couldn’t make it out the car, he got smacked up with bullets
i know an opp that tried to call it quits, we still gon’ k!ll him still
why the h-ll y’all actin’ like y’all k!lled the homie? boy, that’s lame as h-ll
i know a n-gga that’s supposed to be my dog but he want me to fail
runnin’ from the system, dodgin’ the cell
better stop playin’ with your life, it get colder in h-ll
couldn’t survive all them shots, he died when he fell
every time i go inside a stu’, i get better and better
in a foreign goin’ fast, feet on the pedal
opposition in the rear, i’m grippin’ the metal
in the club with shanaynay, show if you tell
brodie gave his life to the gang, he might die in a cell
brodie just turned thirty, he got kids and he still pullin’ skits
[?] want pressure, give him pressure, it is what it is
[?] postin’ on the foreign, he kept it legit

- stoneda5th

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