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letra de funeral - torre lott

[intro]

[verse 1]
two glocks in the dash of the whip
boom-stick where the p-ssenger sits
my n-ggas savage and bent
on getting ends, attack for stacks and the grip
blast a n-gga out his socks, then it’s back on the hip
only catch me with a smile off a pack and a fifth
an acid tablet, gram of wax, and half a stack of the thizz
in other words i’m volatile to the average kids
the blackest sheep among the wolves, and they gon’ scatter for him

[verse 2]
momma raised me to be a f-ckin’ saint
turned my cheek and found out that i had an ugly face
learned the streets and found out that my choices done erased, a path for average living, that was a given i couldn’t take
and most these n-ggas rapping just happen to be fabrications of major labels changing their past so they could have relation
biking with white in my bag and, a script of vicodin slangin’ to peoples parents was the business i was thriving in
but i, took it easy and found my life again
now the only dope that im throwin’ is what i write in pen
pay respects to the n-gga that i just might have been, he died within the minute i finished sinning to write again

- torre lott

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