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letra de what do i do - tru goo

[verse 1: tru goo]
what am i ‘posed to say when the tears rolling down my face
and my heart feeling like it’s gon’ break and i can’t take no more pain
what am i ‘posed to do when my mind’s troubled and i’m going through
when times get hard, i don’t know, i don’t know man i’m so confused
and how am i supposed to feel when them fake n-ggas start claiming they real
’til the judge calls them for a plea and offers them a deal
say that’s when sh-t gets real
and who am i supposed to call when my back’s stuck up against the wall
when it’s eat or be eaten, snitch or take the fall

[hook: tru goo]
tell me what do i do
what do i, what do i do
say help me understand
i say help me understand
what do i

[verse 2: tru goo]
and how am i supposed to feel when i’m rocking with some n-ggas that i thought was really real
get locked and my day one n-ggas disappear, i should let them glock show ’em how i feel
and how am i supposed to change when i can’t go legit and i’m stuck slanging ‘caine
when my co-defendant snitch and my fam full of pain
when i touch , i should let that chopper sang
and how do i ease the pain when i see the sunshine but steady walking through the rain
but my mama telling me it’s gon be ok, but ma dukes i just pray for better days
and why would i take the stand, put my hand on that bible, rat out another man
when i can keep my mouth zipped and tell them crackers kiss my -ss
i’m built solid, we the only ones that last

[hook: tru goo]

[verse 3: thugga m-ssina]
sitting in the courtoom, i was stunned
that’s f-cked up, man my n-gga got a son
how you say f-ck going on the run –
and point at the lineup like you joking on lebron?
no f-cking gun, not even a d-mn clip
just a p-ssy too loose with his d-mn lips
man ivy so poison, you a d-mn trip
you be singing to them boys like sam smith
got a n-gga blowing on the dodie
time going past, i’m just staring at the rollie
thinking ’bout my wode bam and my n-gga ro dogg
i’m billy gunn, that’s my motherf-cking road dogg
you coming home dog, just let it play out
you got a c-section, they took the p-ssy way out
any day now, we gon’ be linking
screaming free my n-ggas like abraham lincoln

[hook: tru goo]

- tru goo

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