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letra de (money got me) trippin' - sylent

intro (sylent):
d-mn, homie… things are tough all over… but we gotta let ’em know… we may be broke but we ain’t broken

hook (walker):
money got me trippin’, 40 oz sippin’
sell these couple grams, get food up in my kitchen
broke life, see the struggle in my eyes
’cause money got me trippin’, money got me trippin’

verse 1 (walker):
money’s got me trippin’ and i’m slippin’ like i’m drinkin’
take my pain away. i’m drownin’ in this 40 that i’m sippin’
introduced to these drugs and my mind was always lifted
starting puttin’ grams in bags trying to make a living
i said ‘f-ck college’, now i started struggling
low pay. i can see my whole life crumbling
this rap sh-t, i thought it’d take me to another level
caged up in the studio, rippin’ up these instrumentals
brought up in the ghetto with no food up in my ‘fridge
gotta pay my bills and my cash goes quick
it goes faster than these bullets how we empty out this clip
it goes faster than a booty that be shaking on this d-ck
life is a struggle. without money, you ain’t nothing
put the ski mask down, rob the store and start dumpin’
for the love of money, my head’s going crazy, crazy, crazy

hook

verse 2 (sylent):
money’s got me trippin’. i’m slippin’ ’cause life ain’t simple
pinching pennies like nipples. i keep it rollin’ like cripples
and throw a carwash for the homies that are resting in peace
hoping my record goes gold like a mexicans teeth
to get me off of these streets because society’s hating
and now i’m jacking all the places that denied my applications
robbing local liquor stores, looking for feria to steal
it feels like sh-t to have to tell your kids that santa ain’t real
and i ain’t making no money so i can’t help with these bills
i’m lookin’ b-mmy and my lady doesn’t know how it feels
with baby mama drama. yelling, telling me to “get a job”
until i come home late with stack stained with a couple bloodspots
hear the gunshots spark late in little lake park
midnight prayerz. getting lost in the dark
like our history. in misery. we drink away the stress
how the f-ck did we go from mexica pyramids to projects?
you think that every mexican is on welfare
but i can’t get shot. i don’t even got healthcare
they’ll pull the plug if i didn’t pull the trigger first
i keep my chin up ’cause no matter what, somebody else has got it worse

- sylent

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