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letra de history - tompson

[verse 1: tompson]
i got five bills to my name
and i think i need four for rent
i’ve been really wishing i had more to spend
only thought to my mind, cop a quarter zip
f-ck that, give it up, been flipping work
this year, man, i gotta put spitting first
roll it up and i hit the purp
then i jump in the booth, start spitting ’til my vision blurred
so much time came and went
i’m pissed off i ain’t made a hit
but i know, my voice can’t take the shit
i gotta grab my pen, i gotta break my wrist
downtown, put your hands up
like this pen is my gun and i’m aiming at the crowd
and i worked so hard just to get right here
if i get my shot, ain’t no way i’m backing down
six years of k!lling this flow
i can feel ’em hating on the low
why they caring how i live my life?
you never gave a f-ck when i was broke, dough
b-tch, you know what i do with the pen
i gotta get back to it again
and sometimes, man, you gotta be through with some friends
’cause they don’t wanna see you move in a benz
b-tch, find the hustle, count your profit
learn to bounce back if you take them losses
got your hands out, i ain’t gave those options
said that i changed, i’m the same old tompson
woo! that go for anybody tryin’ to run game on tompson
k!lling the game the way i lay these coffins
keep my name in your mouth, b-tch, you crave on gossip, i know

[hook: tompson]
you can keep on acting like a hoe
i guarantee that never make your money grow
the way i get up here and beast up on the flow
will never ever be the reason, i’m the goat

[verse 2: caskey]
money keep coming, in love with the gualas
she look at my neck piece, she ready to swallow
my neck two hunnid thousand, off twenty dollars
i look at my mind state, it’s just like a scholar
my problem? ay
ain’t never been b-tches or money, i stuck at the bottom
my problem? (what?)
ain’t none of the people who crossed me, already forgot ’em
i get that shit in
the dough that i got, don’t need to be at the trap house
but it’s like a drug
they come to my shows and black out
the guns that i got
don’t be posted on the internet
you start to do that
it’s saying something ’bout your intellect
eighteen years old i was tryna get a check, ay
shooting at me, but it’s indirect, ay
one day, our paths gonna intersect, ay
and we don’t take kindly to disrespect, ay
lil bitty b-tch, what you know ’bout moving fish?
time of the essence, i looked at my wrist
how i just made all of this off a diss?
biscuit, i ride with a biscuit
move on the low like a mystic
try to f-ck with you, but i couldn’t risk it
i gotta go, keep my distance
ay, y’all say you a real one, you talk like some b-tches
that shit ain’t gon’ bring you riches
me and tompson ’bout to f-ck on your missus

[hook: tompson]
you can keep on acting like a hoe
i guarantee that never make your money grow
the way i get up here and beast up on the flow
will never ever be the reason, i’m the goat

- tompson

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