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letra de cloud n9ne - t-capisce

[verse 1]

uh… uh

what the f-ck is good?
i ain’t never been around it, i’m from 2-3 cherrywood
cloud n9ne lifestyle, mile high club type sh-t
did what papa didn’t, graduate off psilocybin
use my fists to solve a problem
everybody knew me ’cause they’d always see me in the office
all them times they called my momma
blocked their number on her phone
so i’d hop the gate at school, they’d always hear the dialtone
’til they started calling home
trapped and bought a microphone
started writing sh-tty raps and tripping acid on my own
got kickеd up out my momma’s home
now i’m out here on my own, why am i alivе?
for myself or for the peeps who hold my he-rs- the day i die?
so i ride

so i, so i…

[verse 2]

in the state of the country, i had to go get a gun
ain’t a b-tch, i ain’t running when someone come with a puff
smoke, homie we’ll toke, hit my phone the f-ck up
since i got my bucks up, i don’t answer “what’s up”‘s
“how you doing?” “look at you, you’re growing up!”‘s
i can only do so much, i’ve never felt i do enough
motherf-cker spazzin’
he must’ve said f-ck it, something erupted up under him
like an earthquake to thunder, shoulder cold throughout the summer
had to stand in front some judges, yea
p-ssed in a couple cups
boy, the look up on my mother disappointed in her son
only one life
why not have it done right?
on the drugs so long, you ever wonder what was love like?
yea
what if i don’t wanna be the plug?
fiends and homies on my nuts just to be closer to my drugs
what’s happening? so i just punt the package
i’m like hut, hut
motherf-ckers on my d-ck, i get my nuts sucked
while you’re at it, get the baddest b-tch, she’s -n-l
b-ttf-ck it
turn myself into something, no one can tell me nothing
yea
no one can tell me nothing
lucky you have my number, i’ve been up when you wasn’t
uh, uh uh uh
uh, uh, uh uh uh
uh, uh, yea yea yea
yea, yea
ain’t done yet

[verse 3]

i ain’t doing what i could
that’s the way they taught us
shove us in low income neighborhoods
that’s the way they want us, to them it’s all for the greater good, uh
i’m surprised we’re alive
so i’m grateful, the concentrates make me lazy
i’m faded, i think i’m staying another day in the matrix
so crazy, but i can take it
acceptance then resurrection
within the inner-connectivity results in a lesson
what follows after? progression
it all starts with a question
the answers only a section of problems needing assessment
after all this effort, i start to worry if this life is really for the better
why the f-ck am i inside this room p-ssed off and writing letters to myself, will this sh-t really help?
i’mma put another feeling on the shelf
so i ride
so i, so i…

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