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letra de rosary - swifty blue, peysoh & moneysign suede

[intro]
(matt brick$)
(baby e made this beat)
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[chorus: swifty blue]
fresh up out the county and i still got my rosary
homies ain’t homies, same ones say they close to me
i don’t trust n0body so i always keep it close to me
my b-tch say she love me, but she actin’ like a ho to me
if it ain’t ’bout the money, all that other sh-t is old to me
got love for the hood, but the streets been cold to me
sacrificed my life ’cause the streets got the most of me
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?

[verse 1: swifty blue]
everybody saying that i changed, i just got a bag
everybody tryna hate ’cause i just got ’em mad
i’m an ese with a cuete and my gun won’t jam
and i’m still goin’ ham servin’ grams by the tams
stay solid, stay down, better stick to the plan
i seen homies switch up over a lil’ ten grand
and i’ll still catch a body for the price of ten bands
but if that hand feed you, you can’t bite that hand
why this b-tch say she love me but the money make her dance?
and my glock got a drum so it won’t fit in my pants
moneysign suede hit me up, he just passed for thirty bags
lil’ peysoh in the cut with a thirty-round mag
big bands in my pocket, wonder why my pants sag
and the opps watered down, wonder why they don’t last
before i ever go broke, i’ma bust down some glass
in the hood, b-tch, i’m rich, i’m a ghetto high-class
[chorus: swifty blue]
fresh up out the county and i still got my rosary
homies ain’t homies, same ones say they close to me
i don’t trust n0body so i always keep it close to me
my b-tch say she love me, but she actin’ like a ho to me
if it ain’t ’bout the money, all that other sh-t is old to me
got love for the hood, but the streets been cold to me
sacrificed my life ’cause the streets got the most of me
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?

[verse 2: peysoh]
i be k!llin’ with a passion ’cause them n-ggas took the most from me
sacrificed my life to they streets, it got a hold on me
if i get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?
if i get popped, tell me who gon’ really post for me?
mama telling me to chill, she like, “baby, you my only son”
i’ll be d-mned if i leave the house without a gun
i’m steppin’ to the neck, showin’ n-ggas that we not the ones
if you tryna play, then i promise that that n-gga done
we hoppin’ out, boom, what the f-ck you thought this was?
on homies, they’ve been hatin’ since i got my buzz
yeah, i’m slidin’ in this benz, remember i used to take the bus
watch the closest to you, them n-ggas’d really set you up
and that’s reality, ain’t no homies in this lifestyle
it look good, but i promise this a fake smile
venting to the mic, n-gga, this a freestyle
bring back my pops, to this day, i’m still in denial
[chorus: swifty blue]
fresh up out the county and i still got my rosary
homies ain’t homies, same ones say they close to me
i don’t trust n0body so i always keep it close to me
my b-tch say she love me, but she actin’ like a ho to me
if it ain’t ’bout the money, all that other sh-t is old to me
got love for the hood, but the streets been cold to me
sacrificed my life ’cause the streets got the most of me
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?

[verse 3: moneysign suede]
i always keep it real, i keep it real like i’m ‘posed to be
they like, “be safe”, like i don’t always keep it close to me
when i was down on my ass, they was ghosting me
a couple n-ggas changed, they stopped postin’ me
i’m lowkey used to fake love, that sh-t old to me
i’ll bag a n-gga up like some groceries
i ain’t gon’ lie, it get tricky when you get some fame
i don’t even care, to me, i maintain
you can do you, i’m in my own lane
i step like i step, i think i’m ’bout my name
me, i keep it steppin’ throughout the rain
n-ggas stop stepping when it’s rainy days
i told my n-ggas filthy, let’s go run it up
i’ma go and get a baby ‘fore i hit a club
before i buy the whip, i went and bought a gun
you wouldn’t wanna live where a n-gga from
[chorus: swifty blue]
fresh up out the county and i still got my rosary
homies ain’t homies, same ones say they close to me
i don’t trust n0body so i always keep it close to me
my b-tch say she love me, but she actin’ like a ho to me
if it ain’t ’bout the money, all that other sh-t is old to me
got love for the hood, but the streets been cold to me
sacrificed my life ’cause the streets got the most of me
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?

[outro: swifty blue]
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?
if i ever get chipped, tell me who gon’ really go for me?

- swifty blue peysoh moneysign suede

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