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letra de pressure - surve

pressure
time for a new wave
see many called but few are chosen
and we chosen to be great
are you ready to win?
i went from sleeping in h-lls kitchen, to trap in abandoned homes, we hustling for sarah lee, sometimes we ain’t eat at all, thank god that i’m still alive. a blessing after the storm, from stuck in them projects to dreaming & praying hard
went from hustling in h-lls kitchen, they sniffing them white pills, from serving them block work, to helping the block heal, man its so many murders! got fed up i couldn’t deal, they tearing the hood down, me | just come to build
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who ready to fight for everything that you want, putcha pride to the side stand up for every loss, tell’em you come to win, flex a muscle take no short, we go the long way steadfast youngen you a boss, made of royalty diamond gold streets
remember loyalty, don’t sell yourself for less can’t trade no money for respect, every hood, every city, them real ones they do a check, i been running thru these streets ducking them sweeps since we was kids. so everything you tryna do we up on it, we done did it, done see some tweekers h-t the block then lose they
mind they wasn’t with it. what’s the business tryna get outta the hood & they want in it, why not more in life! rather roll the dice is dead or prison. we destroying life! like this ain’t designed by a system. listen!!!! they put me here to tell you this. how we gone get it together we can’t even co-exist. hate me for being me i’m just living tryn not to stress. haaaa
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some quit a long time ago! pen and pad and the rhyme go. cardio inspiration i’m just here for motivation give’em truth before they take’em build they mind before they lace’em, with false history white lies & them bold faces. & here’s a hammer you can either tear’em down or educate’em, he a vet!! but l’on gotta brag!! respect to my maker. it was all writen, he lebron signing to the lakers. it was good riddance, got tired of losing for them haters. i’m raisings young kings we the team who the takers. a blessed nation all we really gotta do is just wake up, they k!lling us….we k!lling us this thing is major. you murder for attention & they lock you up for the paper. every step took is progress it requires elevation. but see you gotta believe before any steps is taken. i’m dropping jewels, stop sleeping!! its now are a later. time is short & as you can see ain’t n-body doing you favors
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say he the truth i don’t believe him let the fruits speak. say they do it for the people well let’s really see! we building in the hood, we yahboys we in the streets. and they ruthless outchere many play for keeps. dark places the enemy pacing all week. and my og to me the game ain’t
sweet, sell your soul or stay focus lil one boys envy, these ops plotting ain’t no
friends! keep it, family, they doing numbers but 300 that’s enough for me, you say you want it all but everybody gotta eat. these snakes everywhere they get attached like a leach, suck ya dry then devour ya while the venom creep. keep ya circle small but the m-sses you can teach. god putchu you here so yea he using you to speak!! a strong foundation lift you up when you weak. stay true be humble & keep ya heart meek

- surve

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