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letra de paid our dues - the 046

[intro]
uh-huh, aight
sefru, this sh-t bang

[verse 1]
like come on, bro, i’m tryna get it (aight)
this one’s for the days, no movement (yeah)
and the days i’m movin’ (dang)
they swear they pushin’ p’s, but really, cuz, they out here snoozin’
all they catch is z’s, all that sh-t i can’t believe, ah (aight, aight, aha)
can’t go back that way, so i hit the gas and just do me
they say i’m not the same (nah)
i just changed my ways (yeah)
you did me wrong, then i came back strong
now watch me f-ckin’ take over
gonna need more luck then a four-leaf clover
out here tryna catch these dogs
call ’em over like red rover (bop, bop, bop)
so i stayed legit, tell these suckers, “get off my d-ck”
you been doin’ too much, couldn’t give no f-cks
’cause, ugh, you make me sick

[chorus]
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah-eah
we strivin’ and they know that we really from the slums
makin’ moves so we don’t go back
promise on my mum we’ve been tryna stack these funds
paid our dues, been doin’ throwbacks (yeah)
[verse 2]
lisi comin’ through with a verse, leave ’em all in a he-rs-
’cause their raps sound dead (yeah, facts)
started this sh-t with a dollar, now they all wanna holla
’cause the gang get bread
nah, brother i’m sweet, we don’t need new friends (no way)
’cause they know we don’t keep loose ends
i’m telling you now, tell you boys, “sit down”
they don’t make no sound ’cause they know who’s next
been k!llin’ this sh-t, man, i’m shocked that i haven’t been arrested
i’m so foul, but they never contested
i stepped through with a cl!ck, with a flow so sick
man, i feel like we need to get tested
i got th4 w3st in the cut (that’s somethin’)
and you know that we had to link up with the boys from the shack
brother, where we come from, try and be a hard c-nt
then you get smacked in your face like blah

[verse 3]
all these rappers wanna talk about grippin’ them guns (hey)
sellin’ drugs, but you’re livin’ at your mums
lil’ p-ssy, be real for a second, lil’ boy, just chill what you reppin’
i don’t gotta front, still no cold feet when i’m steppin’
doin’ bear grills with th4 w3st on tracks gettin’ k!lled
lil’ p-ssy, get real, gotta crack a flow on me, that’s natural
i’m the gut of rap, prince combat in the field to tactical
packer punched with the classicals
i could never ever stop the drive, i’m too driven
i could never pop my pride, it’s god-given
ain’t n0body perfect, bro, we all sinners
i know that for certain, but i chose winners
i could never be like that side
couldn’t pull up to the shore ’cause your boat got capsized
[chorus]
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah-eah

[verse 4]
when i spit that rap, there’s a ring to it
not married to the game, had a thing for it
runnin’ up lines like hayne, used to be smokin’ on jane
i come from the gutter and the drain
i can say i come from the hood, now i’m tryna do better
what’s good? still tryna chase cheddar
still short to the joint, need measure
but i always got it on me like pepper

[bridge]
mama said, “don’t stop, honey, reach for the stars”
really from the block on the street, come this far
mama said, “don’t stop, honey, reach for the stars” (ayy)
really from the block on the street, come this far (ha, ayy)

[verse 5]
yeah, i bless the beat when i rap (yes, sir)
nah, i don’t text the beef when i chat (nah-ah)
tell her, “go rest in pieces, roll it up, yeah, smokin’ up that reefer”
ready, know we got the rap game, it’s down pat
lookin’ like a bunch of cats that came to get clapped
been rippin’ it up from claymore to brizzy
turnin’ it up when we come to your city
from shuttin’ down shops i’ve been in the booth, tryna make sh-t pop (pop, pop)
they wouldn’t really know ’bout the boys (no way)
and how the flow’s of chops (nah, nah)
don’t be runnin’ round here, lil’ boy, get chopped
whole team get stomped (get stomped)
lil’ b-tch, don’t talk that poo if your crew ain’t down to get shiesty
whole team do ’em up nicely
[chorus]
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah
it be th4 w3st and clacka shack
still packin’ woods up in the back, yeah-eah
we strivin’ and they know that we really from the slums
makin’ moves so we don’t go back
promise on my mum we’ve been tryna stack these funds
paid our dues, been doin’ throwbacks

- the 046

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