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letra de don't condone 2 - symba (usa)

[intro]
(godd-mn, caston)

[chorus]
the money still lookin’ familiar, but y’all n-ggas ain’t
can’t play at y’all n-ggas’ pace
can’t run y’all n-ggas’ race
the rap game just like squid games, n0body safe

[verse 1]
ayy
dior track pants, mood on last dance
still get inspired by the brother of black sam
tryna turn five into ten like clap hands
shh, me no cap, man
my new girl look like she don’t date black men
my ex-girl tryna get the scoop like fatman
but tell dreamdoll i want more than a lap dance
now watch how i step and your steppers ain’t like stephen
really not shooters, just fire off on computers
gotta watch the n-ggas who stand still when you get into it
because a iced-out jesus will turn a n-gga to judas
the whole concept of real n-gga is ruined
these n-ggas think money can buy ’em some influence
a bunch of grown men competin’ for who the cutest
ain’t about the latest look if you out here lookin’ stupid
remember nights moms callin’, tellin’ me to slow down
she was tryna save me from the path i tried to go down
i could’ve threw my life away runnin’ with the wrong crowd
i just wish i knew back then what a n-gga know now
[refrain]
god put me here to shine
be careful when you share your vision with the blind
i wasted a lot of time considerin’ everybody’s opinion except mines

[chorus]
the money still lookin’ familiar, but y’all n-ggas ain’t
can’t play at y’all n-ggas’ pace
can’t run y’all n-ggas’ race
the rap game just like squid games, n0body safe

[verse 2]
ayy
and i’ve watched all these n-ggas play friends to make m’s
buy a lil’ jewelry, then go and cop ’em a benz
f-ck a few hoes that most of us probably hit
just to feel validated by b-tches who ain’t sh-t
but i can’t blame her ’cause these n-ggas is l!cks
flyin’ hoes out, man, these n-ggas a trip
you out here takin’ care of these hoes more than your kids
back in school, we ain’t even know these n-ggas exist
i just left dior, about to meet up with lior
jumpin’ out a car that the driver don’t need a key for
i ain’t seen it all, but i seen enough to see more
you see the same sh-t way differently when you see more
they don’t see the work that i’m puttin’ in
i ain’t where i wanna be, but not where i could’ve been
i ain’t tryna end up rappin’ ’bout where i should’ve been
back in the hood again, back in that good again
time tell it all when you prosper, n-ggas fall off the roster
friends turn into good movies, you gotta watch ’em
they gon’ try to plot on you when they run out of options
when they can’t find no real sh-t on you, they gotta gossip
[refrain]
yeah, but god put me here to shine
be careful when you share your vision with the blind
man, i wasted a lot of time considerin’ everybody’s opinion except mines
’cause those take time

- symba usa

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