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letra de mbk2 (intro) - tay 600

[verse]
look, lost so many people swear it f-cked my mind up
in the streets you never know just when your time up
every night i talk to god but he don’t answer
just wanna know why both my aunties died from cancer
i watched my mothers fade away and had a tantrum
you felt that pain when sh-t get real and it’s your anthem
when i was down they all got ghost ain’t talking phantom
if y’all was here soon i got rich y’all getting a mansion
sh-t hurt me deep i won’t forget everything they done for me
had to get dirt up on my shoes so the streets they under me
gotta get rich before i die just so my son can see
i’m just tryna be the man that i want my son to be
been involved in so much sh-t gotta keep that gun with me
take my life i’m gonna be gone they only make one of me
i just can’t erase this f-ck sh-t outta my head
so every time i open my eyes n-gga i see red
say it’s war i don’t gotta get high, i’mma slide right now i don’t need no meds
you’ll be k!lled, i ain’t got no beef, every one of my opps they coming up dead
got a new switch i put on that glock, we slide with mopsticks and they got lead
b-tch i can’t lack, even when i’m sleep i got that chopstick under my bed
i’m the one that stood on his ten and came out on top, f-ck all that they said
who you know would’ve gave out smoke to their own block? i ain’t never been scared
why you always running your mouth? i seen you outside and n-gga you fled
i be right there, went in your house they think i won’t step since i ain’t got dreads
n-gga stop playing with me, most of these b-tches be fans of me
most of these n-ggas be paying a fee, f-cked up, gotta take xans to sleep
swear i remember the night when l’a died, man i was spraying for weeks
i made sh-t so hot 12 got on my -ss, then i start playing it sweet
c-ck back smoking sh-t, i don’t want no tips, n-gga we playing for keeps
n-gga i ain’t really with that backdoor sh-t you know i’mma say if it’s beef
if you wanna live then watch that tough sh-t that you saying to me
n-ggas ain’t satisfied ’til they mama crying they body lay in the street
wait slow down let me take a breath, goyard bag with that drake in there
taysix is gone blow if you make a step, young n-ggas shooting like clay and steph
folks nem on his -ss ain’t getting no p-ss, h e better go fake his death
rap sh-t turning day ones into fans, this sh-t that i can’t accept
n-ggas must be off the sh-ts or some
i know money don’t grow on trees but i still gotta get me some
you ain’t know all these hoes gone go? you better go get you one
they gone cross you anyway they don’t care about sh-t you done
i was out here tryna slide way ‘fore that sh-t was fun
tryna beef with me you might as well smoke yourself
i put solo on his -ss he gone for sure, got nailed
i told feno give him face shots, we don’t shoot below the belt
they took all my people from me, how you think i’m supposed to feel?
b-tches thirsty for a t-tle but i don’t let ’em hold the belt
get a word they pop his top you know my soldiers deal
all the sneak dissing the reason a n-gga get put on a shelf
remember battling all of them rumors was left on my own ain’t n0body could help
i had to fight that static
you wouldn’t understand you ain’t never seen sh-t like that happen
see a n-gga i don’t like? i’m shooting on sight no cappin’
tear your block up broad day, late night we right back at it
when i’m geeked up off the x you know it might get tragic
i’m tryna shoot, no basket
like applause we clappin’, we gone do all that damage
like chief keef it’s crackin’
i’m in the a, i’m popping xannies and addies and perkies i’m blacking
i had to tote on the glock with the stick soon as i hit the switch then it go automatic
that’s what happen, yeah, that’s what happen, sh-t get tragic

- tay 600

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