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letra de prologue - thing2

[verse1: thing2]
tryna make a mill with my tongue
bread gonna take me home
my n-gga, ima get my crumbs
broke but i’m living on the road
and i’m tryna play a show
hitch hiking like i used my thumb
f-ck acting ima write these songs
f-ck them hoes imma snap these thongs
that’s that quote you put a hashtag on
it’s sketchfam
roll like ten thick and we scoping
bumping rc’s in the pent
then we smoke the rest of the potent
you f-ck rappers is streetsweeps
i write better lines when i’m dozing
i know you don’t know what the f-ck that means
but i wrote the line for my homies
everyday we celebrating, cause we getting educated
call the uber h-lla faded in the back seat
gonna roll up to the spot, with the whole f-cking squad
flipping off all the cops, yelling “free brucelean.”
one room spot with my father and my sister
now i got the whole planet at my god d-mn feet
name a motherf-cker coming harder out of denver
than a mixed motherf-cker off of wolcott st
believe it. (goddam)
you n-ggas better take a breather
blow a nimbus cloud and run around yelling “sh-t’s illegal.”
this purple in my lungs make my capillaries regal
digo dame marijuana necessito medicina
(i don’t even need to read that sh-t, f-ck that sh-t man)

- thing2

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