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letra de the statement - teekilla

[verse 1]
and it feels like
everybody in the system we trying to get it
workin’ 9 to 5 just to make a livin’
is this the life we chose? is it circ-mstances of poverty that got us so low
back seat, back roads, back trails
back then we used to bang chicks, smoke real
tested, everybody’s tested, so live your life real, if u can’t do ur best.. or
take a ride with me take you to the skies baby
dont be suprised if i take u by surprise
live the life in the lavish, only you can have this
no baby momma drama, i’m for-only-one-package
and i’m reppin 2-fifty-five (255), atown arachuga, where my n-ggas ride
bout the time, yea we lit it, we philosophize
got no time for the b-tches, leave em in the pound
drop a quarter, drop an ounce, add another pound
let me see the lighter, pyromaniac
i wonder if they’ll remember me when i’m below the gr-ss
telling stories of the past
wishing we could make it last
visioning my life, and thanking god for it
every single breath that you give me i’m overjoyed
sticking to my roots, i forever adhere to it
rest in peace mwalimu j k

[hook]
now its, about time that we own our worth
the money is coming in second, have to put god first
dont be a victim to lies of the superior
gotta stand on your own, be yourself bruh!!
and i know it ain’t easy
the money and the hoes make you change so easily
sayin’ you about that life
nah homie you ain’t bout life

[verse 2]
show me the p-ssion, interaction, your inner peace
and the factors, that would master your inner chi
on a m-ssive scale, gobbling energy
cookie monster, see me gobble the inner cream
i’m on first cl-ss, flying p-ss all these haters
please, give me time, so i can recline, in the summer breeze
hamburgers n a bun, trying to get the cheese
on a fast track, busta rhyme, on these idle fiends
half drank beers, with some fries and a lil’ weed
last night had a great time chillin’ with the team
lot of pretty girls in the club, low self-esteem
i dont care i just hit ’em up, maybe i’m a fiend
monday mornin’, yawnin’, get the collard greens
when the storm hit, i’m on it, and by any means
i’m just tryin’ to make a profit, off the city schemes
if you mad i just crop ya, photo editing
2-fifty-five, i reside in the south side
my b-tch hit the gas, bonnie n clyde
all i know, money motivate the freestyle
i pack it hot like a papa johns pizza
flow so fire burn the paper up
got loud in the club, bring paper the bruh
teek!lla ’bout to take shots, where the goalie at
heisenberg in the kitchen, cooking up another batch

[hook]

- teekilla

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