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letra de bleed - that boy jay

[intro]
build me up build me up build me up
i got a story to tell
somebody pinched my nerve right
so here i go … pay attention… alright

[hook]
i bleed for these streets
i bleed for these streets
but hold on
what’s in it for me tho
what’s in it for me tho
yh
i bleed for these streets
i bleed for these streets
but hold on
what’s in it for me tho
what’s in it for me tho
yh
i don bleed for these streets
i don bleed for these mo’f-cken streets dawg
so what’s in it for me tho
so what’s in it for me tho
i bleed for these streets
i bleed for these mo’f-cken streets dawg
so what’s in it for me tho
what’s in it for me tho
yh

[verse 1]
young black teen left his mama house
had big dreams to be a trap star
motivated by videos of rap stars
plenty white b-tches floating round like they casper
gl-ss jar full of money devil in his ear
gotta pump enough js and you can own a pair
go ot for that bonus share
no commercials out here we selling c-ke off to polar bears
went from being a bore to entrepreneur
money on the bed naked b-tches on the floor
parked outside is the fly whip
full of team n-gg-s anyday to do or die with
till the police hit the sirens
they get ghost you get caught cuffed in the back of that crown vick
you surrounded look around at your surrounding
they call it in like we got him we found him
the block crowned him
but the cops clown him
judge gave him a job behind bars using mop handles
and then the dust settles and the drugs wear off
regrets set in
ten years on a first offense
the young teen trynna figure what this means
light turn to dark life dreams into pipe dreams
that’s when you figure hype k!lls
so hold on to your night drills
cuz you know how this life feels

[verse 2]
can’t n-body tell me sh-t
i been thru it all from a land where grown men dig holes just to take a sh-t
you cover your mess you cover your tracks
n-gg-s went ham for the hood we wasn’t banging for flags
we take axe to the frauds
send back stabbers to the lord oo
and we owned our own whips no car loans
in like davinci trynna crack the d-mn code in the d-mn cold
but that money kept us warm tho
every morning like alonzo we tote heat
we prepared like pros before we proceed
and on three
we shooting for all three
money power fame till the lord calls me
dodging authorities young rude and disorderly
f-ck morality getting money priority
and still is run the blitz to get just a quarter back
cuz that’s a shorter path
i’m trynna make it to them foreign banks
ignoring sins building dreams with these bl–dy hands
i’m just hoping y’all can understand

[outro]
this here ain’t about sympathy
naw that ain’t what this is about
yh
this right here about clearing the air man
you relate you relate u know what i mean

- that boy jay

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