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letra de london state of mind - that yung chase

[intro]
yo it’s time
oh it’s time?
yeah man you gotta let em know
aight
how it go tho?
straight out the f-cking dungeons of rap
where fake n-ggas don’t make it biggity back

[verse]
look
you gotta be aware, don’t fear, growing up here
you either shotting green to the fiends throughout
your teens or holding m-16’s, when i turned sixteen
i realized, every man has a price, every man carry a knife
grip that mac-10 tight and barrel kiss n-ggas goodnight
why fight when the gun take lfe
god ain’t saving sh-t, intestines getting split
heads getting flipped and n-ggas get hit for train fare
poke you for a dare i swear
youngsta’s on the block half my height selling that white to the whites
despite being a minor, they major in illegal activities, it baffles me
everybody banging after p-b-rty
evidently something’s wrong in the black community
quit the tomfoolery this life ain’t nothing new to me
this one brother sellin kilos to negros, to feed his people’s, diego
in the hood he was a hero, 3 n-ggas crossed the line so he had to find
3 times 3 pulled out the nine
to minus that pulse, 3 more n-ggas turned ghost
i wonder how i cope, i don’t flip dope, sh-t i don’t even smoke
inflicting pain with writtens, kicking funky rhythms
that hold realism, something that you rappers missing
so please don’t be dissing listen with the pen i’m k!lling, slay ya
running with the mac i’m a raider, the games saviour
the hood full of danger
let’s not pretend, go the wrong ends and you’ll get moved my friend
n-ggas tryna make ends no one’s tryna make friends
that’s just how it is, on the streets
out bare feet, an aspiring lyrical tyrant
5-0 sniffing like dogs, but they pigs and i don’t f-ck with pork
when i was born took my umbilical chords wrapped it round the doctor neck
and choked him to death i’m a violent sp-wn
as i sit and just coast i can hear the cries of those tortured
never sleep, wounds run deep, grieve on beats
jeeps drive-by’s with real heat, i’m talking ar-15’s
the streets is ruled by d-boys and dope fiends
snakes looking to send n-ggas to cells with no bail, we live in h-ll
mum told me don’t play outside i’m glad i listened
instead i grabbed mics to make beautiful compositions

[hook x4]
london state of mind

[outro]
tyc

- that yung chase

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