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letra de jewels - surve

jewels
hook
i’ll give you a msg teach you a lesson drop you a jewel, me i got substance, they just be rapping i pity fool, can’t be no puppet, stand for something, just be you. i came from nothing, i’m just honest, win or lose
playing gangster to get famous, i don’t understand, everybody wanna be a trapper, never sold a gram, she a leave her kids to suffer just so she can get a man. pride & covet, lack of knowledge make us foolish i’m just saying

1st verse
we was born in it, ween ask for it, house
full of drunks this a liquor store , this a rural development we dirt poor, shooting at the crate no backboard, jump off the porch, fresh out the mud, lil one pulling capers he a bad boy, started trapping young you can ask charles’s, 4 feet tall stack bigger than us, so tell me whatchu wanna be gangster for? you grew up with
a good life opposite of hood right? tell me whatchu banging for? you went to
catholic school yeen have to fight, i don’t understand these rappers, everybody saying they a trapper, how you putchu business on the camera, quick to go live instagramer, end up in the feds in the slammer, man! another fool another blank mission another tool, another miss vision, make believe that he wipn in the kitchen
and he a tell a lie to anybody that a listen. remember dreaming in a one bed 5 people in the crib only 1 bed, & i was praying for a miracle just one chance, me & ghost on a flight tryna get it in

2nd verse
i spent my life on the block mama gone, chasing that bags i got it on my own, ran into the plug main rolo on the phone told him i was hungry he gone have to put me own, a lot things that i seen can’t speak on, miss rent pair of j’s another repo, while you stunting for the book like you nino, i gave my life to the trap who you speak for? he ain’t hood, they ain’t real, yeen g code, where the bricks i ain’t never seen a rebound, you the type that a do it for the thrill, just for a stripe you a prolly k!ll ya t-jones, say pride came before the fall did, all fall short, all sinned, you purposely keeping ya self down, you sold out oh now you a yes man’ stick to the spade see what’s in my hand , lay me to rest with that marching band, me i can’t hear with these devils saying, them boyz
been plotting, i been a grand. 1 game 1 ball 1 free throw, heard he turn fed he was running from a rico, tryna get a replay they gave that boy a cenote, badge on his chest he certified narco. gunners h-t him up in that murcielago thought he was the man & then he ended up the popo, this a dirty game if you wanna go the dirt road you the type to the follow malace a swallow you whole

- surve

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