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letra de laylo - thebaremax

yeahcaleb [ verse one ]
spent summers reminiscing over autumn
homie just got out the pen i thought i’d call him
to afraid to say what i wanna say to be honest
the past is the past but it’s hard to think beyond it
the coldest nights in which we prayed to see the morning
sun rising like rockie in rounds against opponents
i’m not for the gram or snap in the mirror posing
like how i look i just hate when people notice
my picture outta focus my heart a lil hopeless
how you make shot when the basket never open
and the first touch you get of the game the ball gets stolen
and yo ankle swollen and you knees is bent
campfire ghost stories for those that ain’t pitch a tent
grew up well but my pops was still militant
fighting off demons and music was the only to vent

yeahcaleb [ hook 2x ]
stackin my bread, so i lay low
i got the cops on the payroll
where did them go
d-mn

lamuse [ verse two ]
uhh
i’m mad at this b-tch that i f-ck wit
she think i’m privileged & rich
well that in public
come ask me about my private
ain’t none of this sh-t was easy somebody is sacrificing if i got some sh-t provided
i’m wildin’
i watched my pops push that baggy in a baggy then a plastic bag
watched him p-ss it to his bro and told him just to handle that
you going story for story i can’t imagine that
ain’t glorifying sh-t like its achievements
wish i could give back all these trophies didn’t achieve sh-t
my mom working the three shift
i feel her grievance
i prayed she leave him
she buckled up
he buckled down we in agreement
this about be a rocky path
we threw the dirty money out we on our own at last
but now we argue a lot
i see resent in her face
she looking wasted away
so when i make it ma you never gotta work again
yeah, you never gotta work again

yeahcaleb [ hook 2x ]
stackin my bread, so i lay low
i got the cops on the payroll
where did them go
d-mn

yeahcaleb [ verse three ]
i ain’t grow up where n-ggas is carnivorous
i was told to be chivalrous and see how for you get
till i get stepped on slept on it kept on even when
i begged them stop and i was innocent
that’s when weapons and f bombs was evidence
how you can you tell me to chill when i feel powerless
it was pretty rough 1st block out the hood and n-ggas still get touched
wasn’t allowed out the house cause queens n-ggas ran the number up
came with them tools like plumber bruh
held my first sh-lls when i was twelve to see the hype and fuss
ion brag about the dark parts to seem tough
growing up in two worlds i think i seen enough
the hood side just need love and good side needs to give up
pouring out for my n-ggas that ain’t had never the warmth of a mother’s touch

- thebaremax

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