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letra de since we lost pappy - taysav

[sample: joe bonam-ssa]
sometimes, i wonder: “what am i gonna do?”
sometimes, when i’m afraid…
i still look around for you
no matter where you go
ain’t no matter what you do
there’s a place, in my heart, for you

[intro]
we still here
right, right?

[hook]
guns up
n-gg-, put your guns up!
if you got your gun tucked, then n-gg-, put your gun up!
been a long time coming, but we still livin’, still breathin’
still eating, still toting, still squeezing, still leaving n-gg-s

[verse 1]
dear, dearly departed, i hate that you had to leave a n-gg-
hate it had to be this way, i wish we would’ve seen it clearer
i ain’t seen sh-t realer than myself looking up in the mirror
told myself: “when i get out, that bag, i gotta go secure it”
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’til i fly around the world like i’m a private jet
i’m just getting hotter, i ain’t even on fire, yet
you n-gg-s garbage, how is y’all not fired, yet?
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‘wood after ‘wood ’til i become a higher me
meek mill and wayne, them two n-gg-s inspire me
gotta get rich, show my people the finer things
used to eat leftover collard greens
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villains was firing, tryna retire me
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hip hop need me like a arterty
this sh-t apart of me, it can’t depart from me
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they k!lled my brother, we made it real bl–dy
you stuck in the field, then you bound to get muddy
yeah, i remember them days i was crummy
and all them lil b-tches, they thought it was funny
until i get money, now them hoes wanna f-ck me
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i am too smart to let n-gg-s one up me
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smoking on buddy
feel like my lungs just collapsed
i make hits back-to-back
we do hits back to-back
we got poles up in traffic, got poles in the trap
look, we been won this race
b-tch, you still running laps
swear, i be putting my soul in these tracks
if you a hoe, we exposing the facts
say you got money, well show me the racks
say you won’t fold, n-gg-, show me the strap
n-gg-, gimme that sh-t!
been making hits, i don’t think i can miss
i told bro, “ain’t a b-tch i don’t think i can’t hit”
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p-ss me the pole, that’s a squad’s -ssist
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n-gg-s be acting real tough until they feel that scorching sh-t
then they reporting the sh-t
[?]
i don’t support the sh-t
me, i can’t go, i’ma leave a n-gg- doa
‘fore i let a n-gg- try to k!ll me, no way
i’ma eat, you ain’t gotta save me no plate
[?]
(hold on!)

[interlude]
i’ma let the beat breath
oh, no!
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bandanna on my head like i came from harlem
(hold on!)
r.i.p. pappy, r.i.p. all of my n-gg-s
we bringing real back again
n-gg-s know, none of that fake sh-t
anti-fake n-gg-
r.i.p. all my n-gg-s, man
free all my n-gg-s, man
free shotta, free spazz!
n-gg-s know

[verse 2]
dear, dearly departed, i swear that i miss ya
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i swear, i’m gon’ shoot to the top like a missle
and the rest of them n-gg-s gon’ be in my rear-view
f-cking your b-tch, she told me to be gentle
she got some mo’ feelings she want to rekindle
i told that lil hoe: “i’m in love with zendaya
whatever you saying, i’m sorry, can’t hear you”
but, back to the track
lucci, he ride with the mac
if i say it, he gon’ be on attack
if you try to run, infrared right in your back
[?]
shotty, he right in the trap, with my shorties
straight drop and you know that he smoking on thrax
i got lil mike on point with the strap
knock your -ss out the park
you would think he was swinging a bat
so, don’t play with us!
on the pole, it’s cold, but we’ll flame you up
all my haters, they just wanna see it rain on us
they just wanna throw shade, bring pain on us
but, i ain’t with that sh-t
on my dead homies, i’m against that sh-t
gimme my shot, i’ma hit that sh-t
send her my way, i’ma hit that b-tch
gimme my four nines, i’ma flip that brick
they be like: “d-mn, how you flick that wrist?”
i be like, “man, i done hit them licks”
with them n-gg-s on go, they was with that sh-t
i done sat with ‘osos who done did them bids
i rememeber back, we was smoking on mid
in the park, after dark, we toting on sig’s
[?]
(wait, whoa!)
i just wanna make it for my brother, though
i just wanna buy a crib for my mother, though
yeah, i’m grinding all winter, all summer, so
i can make it to the top, where my brother ‘posed to be at
now where the weed at?
smoke so much weed that, i might need rehab
your b-tch, she suck d-ck until her knees bad
that b-tch might need some knee pads
you can catch me in the lab
i’m screaming: “free shotta, free spazz!”
pull up, broad day, no ski mask
he only seen that glizzy flash
i don’t p-ss no blunts, i take these ‘woods right to the face
used to be the realest n-gg- ’til his b-tch -ss caught a case’
it’s a disgrace
how you gon’ fold on your mans, though?
you was ‘posed to stand, but you went against the fam, though
whenever we see you, blow you down like a candle
it’s a lot of sh-t that we gotta handle
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if a n-gg- want war, we’ll serve him those battles
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we been on go ever since we lost pappy
ever since then, we been tryna make it happen

- taysav

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