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letra de xiii - the sophomores

verse 1: veuveray
chasin’ dreams, takin’ scenes out ya favorite film
and applyin’ it to yo’ life, gotta take the helm of ya own ship
ladies call you a j-rk–ff when you on ya own d-ck
not accustomed to hearin’ a “no,” cuz she gold digs
hope you find.. all the jewels in my rhymes
disproportionate levels of crime, but we do the time
black man it’s hard to be, don’t ask me if i’m doin’ fine
our women want us to shine, but apples on them concubines
walk around like “f-ck a deal, homie i don’t need to sign”
told mom “i can’t be shirt and tie by age 49:
13th legion of doom, caesar would soon… run into cleopatra
see egypt as room to takeover, make over, leave the queen in the tomb
she’s fine enough to have his kids, but not enough to be his wis’
powerful men slain, left is the wife and kids
gotta have sons to maintain the family biz
the kennedy’s was gangster, bush’s was some gangstas
when you die will they know what yo’ family name was?
“tale of two cities,” while i give my girl the d-ckens
on the top of my pointer finger’s where the world is spinnin’
rip stack bundles, free the homie max b
my city ain’t been the same since they left, if you ask me
ridin’ in a taxi, jordan 12’s was taxi
her dress and not her pad is when i love her with a maxi
comin’ through the block with a limp and a bop
on cool, but on the low hope n0body get shot!
yo, you ever had a knife ready to hit them with the ox?
you ever had the strap, ridin’ round, it’s on your lap
while you searchin’ google maps to point out where these n-ggas at?
and to clap’ll give yours and the victim’s mom a heart attack?
and you got the right glock, but can’t find the right block
so instead you go to rock the mic until it’s white hot?
ha

chorus: au jus
n-gga we on the come up, we ain’t ’bout to f-ck this sh-t up
thinkin’ you gon’ stop this sh-t?, n-gga you got me f-cked up
13th, i never luck up
i just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt
i just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt
i just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt
13th, i never luck up
i just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt

verse 2: au jus
n-gga i been chain smokin’
prayin’ to god that these motherf-ckin’ chain’s broken
my brodie told me dog that “ya lanes open
it’s time to focus my n-gga, get ya thang rollin'”
i would appreciate you tellin’ me somethin’ i ain’t knowin’
train of thought smokin’, captured from the jungle, but the cage open
this ain’t that old sh-t, this ain’t that ho sh-t
n-gga this the coldest, you would think that an eskimo done came from it
this that exponential flow, the sh-t that you can’t tame dumby
unless you was raised from it
and if you wasn’t i suggest that you refrain from it
f-ck n-ggas on the mic and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
let me explain somethin’
summer of sam sh-t, a change comin’
yea y’all ’bout to get cooke’d
wrote a 16, send it straight to the brook
read between the lines while y’all went straight by the book
jab these n-ggas so long they gotta wait for the hook

- the sophomores

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