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letra de misunderstood - that mexican ot

[intro:]
dear father god i just- i just need you to hear me
(ayo is that that mexican ot?)
ya understand me
its hard yo- all of this is hard im saying like what’s going on i just need you to listen to me, hold on-
(y’know what it is skellz on the beat-)

[chorus:]
in a fight with depression, god giving me these lessons
leaving me with all these questions, uh
like what it is i gotta do-
cause im not feeling none of these vibes
and im not feeling none of these guys
and i ain’t trusting nothing that a shorty gotta say
i feel that she telling me lies
but my mind playing tricks on me
so i walk with that stick on me
you can get your big homie
i be steppin’ by my lonely
wet him up like its catalina
stretch him out like a ballerina
i be looking for money like “have you seen her?”
god tell me something good- cause right now ain’t nothing good-
i feel like im being misunderstood

[verse 1:]
i just got an extension
“that’s how you feeling?”
i said “yeah i ain’t trusting n0body livin”
if i feel like they draking they gotta get it
if they move in my way then i gotta split em
it was too many times
they told me too many lies
i won’t let them stop my grind
my mama told me that im destined to shine
they playin’ my music and pressin’ rewind
willing to give up on all my dreams
begging and crying, i was on my knees
don’t need protection got a thang in my jeans
me and god, i don’t need me a team
up it up and start wilding-
i’m shootin’ just like i was scotty
emotional, make me catch a body
“don’t push him” they know im about it
spottem and gottem i pop him and then i’mma rob him
[bridge:]
talking to god, asking for forgiveness-
lately i’ve been sinnin’
riding with my dogs, doing these missions-
with them windows tinted
dodgin’ these laws cause i know they don’t wanna see me winning
and forget ot- my name is virgil
i’m done with this pretending
b-a-y-c-i-t-y
yeah- you know that’s where i’m from
b-a-y-c-i-t-y
where we bang and slangin’ guns
b-a-y-c-i-t-y
we don’t do this stuff for fun
b-a-y-c-i-t-y
it’s the place where they might throw us (?)

[chorus:]
in a fight with depression, god giving me these lessons
leaving me with all these questions, uh
like what it is i gotta do-
cause im not feeling none of these vibes
and im not feeling none of these guys
and i ain’t trusting nothing that a shorty gotta say
i feel that she telling me lies
but my mind playing tricks on me
so i walk with that stick on me
you can get your big homie
i be steppin’ by my lonely
wet him up like its catalina
stretch him out like a ballerina
i be looking for money like “have you seen her?”
god tell me something good
cause right now ain’t nothing good
i feel like im being misunderstood

- that mexican ot

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