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letra de tied in - toure

(intro)
(gang sh-t, mob ties. yeah we tied in
gotta pull your mask down when you sliding
gotta put on temp tags if you driving
you gotta make sure you can swim if you gon dive in
lucky got fours and ain’t stopping till we five in
these streets’ll pull you in like quicksand, i wouldn’t climb in
these streets’ll wheel you in like quicksand, i wouldn’t climb in
these streets’ll pull you in, it’s quicksand. you shouldn’t climb in)

(verse 1)
i got it cracking in my city just from me heating west up
from the hood, i know these 223s’ll eat the vest up
i seen a b-tch pull up to warmore and make n-ggas press up
this sh-t like cards, i seen a queen of spades f-ck the deck up
the war make you crumble, i seen n-ggas fold
middle of the summer, i seen n-ggas froze
that winter like the reaper, it take n-ggas souls
that n-gga got skeletons in his closet like his wardrobe
he got time in, wanna reach his goals
lord knows, might not get no flowers when i can smell ’em but imma get a rose
but standing ten toes, came a long way from sticking the arms out them windows
them cars i been in those

(chorus)
gang sh-t, mob ties. yeah we tied in
gotta pull your mask down when you sliding
gotta put on temp tags if you driving
you gotta make sure you can swim if you gon dive in
lucky got fours and ain’t stopping till we five in
these streets’ll pull you in like quicksand, i wouldn’t climb in
these streets’ll wheel you in like quicksand, i wouldn’t climb in
these streets’ll pull you in, it’s quicksand. you shouldn’t climb in
(verse 2)
n-ggas ain’t hot as me, i don’t know who compare
who my peers, n-ggas peers
n-ggas copy me. don’t know if you aware, n-ggas weird
the plan to run these millions up, move to paris
i got family in the city i wish i could move ’em here
came up through the years, collecting every watch like souvenirs
with a fake smile, i used to say i wouldn’t do veneers
i’m working hard, hard like my brother, that’s sh-t i cherish
throwing 150 in the brabus, that b-tch lift it in the air
them mob ties, i know them diamonds’ll start making n-ggas stare
but lil’ broski like a barber, he start cutting n-ggas’ hair, he go all upstairs
hoes all in my ears, telling me don’t never forget about me through the years

- toure

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