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letra de don't define me - toure

[intro]
don’t say you love me, baby, we both know you don’t
don’t say you’re gonna stay when we both know you won’t
make a living the best way we can
if that means by sellin’ dope, i guess we got to sell dope
ain’t n0body rich in the ghetto
n0body rich in the ghetto
if we was rich, we wouldn’t be here
i ain’t gonna be out here every day out here gang banging, man
after i graduate from high school, i’m going somewhere
i ain’t gonna be out here every day
there ain’t sh-t out here but pain
f-ck this sh-t

[verse 1]
miss some of my n-ggas, i been wishin’ they was here with me (you heatin’ up lavish)
i know i start like that a lot but, n-gga, bear with me
old head runnin’ around with his shiesty, he d-mn near 50
i used to want to be just like him, now i’m nothin’ like him
sh-t, it’s not right, but it’s okay like when you hear with me
they say if the shoe fit, i made a pair fit me
i’m loyal to the bone, i’ll give my bro my d-mn kidney
because no matter how it go, he’ll never go against me

[chorus]
i’ve seen a n-gga turn fiend, now he a zombie
i’ve seen them fold about that paper, origami
i’ve seen brodie crime scene, don’t remind me
tryna see rich, i’ve seen poor, it don’t define me (and don’t define me)
remember my mama found a bundle in my bubble, where the cryin’ be
she told me you’re gonna end up locked up like your cousins, i ain’t tryna be (i ain’t tryna to be)
[bridge]
don’t say you love me, baby, we both know you don’t

[verse 2]
i ain’t tryna get locked up, everybody glocked up
most of these n-ggas wasn’t even around, they just popped up
let them hold the crown, pass it around, but the jig is up
if it ain’t about no money right now, i ain’t pickin’ up
shiesty, i seen bro lose in a dice game and stick it up
crazy, i seen n-ggas sign a statement and then live it up
i seen n-ggas diss, and just for this, sh-t, you got to dig them up
brody got some tick, we talkin’ sh-t until the visit’s up
got face tats like music my only path, i’ve seen
a couple rappers get low when their homies pass, i’ve seen
a b-tch was sellin’ her soul on her onlyfans, i’ve seen
a rapper rappin’, his homies is only fans, i mean
the world is yours, though i’m back in my tony bag
i couldn’t fit it, i used to squeeze in the kicks that my homies had
i’ll admit it, i remember, i repented, i’m a sinner
two gifts that i can make my b-tch perfect, i’m a tenor
in a meetin’ in 20 minutes, from new orleans, i’m in kenner
i took losses, but in life, though, i ain’t losin’, i’m a winner
on the sprinter, i still got my sk!ll set, no beginner

- toure

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