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letra de the artist ( intro ) - true scorpio

every time it rain i swear it get hard for me to shed a tear
wonder why they hate me cause my motive still ain’t disappeared
and
how he always rap bout money
he ain’t touched a million still
how he call this sh-t the artist
they can’t get the picture still
if it wasn’t for pandemic 2020 ain’t make my vision clear
talking gangsta inside of yo songs is what got yo brother k!lled
don’t rap that gangsta sh-t if you don’t live that life forreal
cr-ps game shoot dice and chill
he sing songs like bryson tiller
high school he balled on the court
guess he wasn’t fit for the field
turned the hallways to the trap
packs came in vacuum sealed
own homie rat him out
tried to take his name form him
keep trying to run game on him
f-ck that take his chain from him
it’s crazy in yo city they don’t show love i feel that hatred still
crazy how that b-tch keep trying pin me wit her baby still
came in the b-tch 30 deep strapped up like the navy seal
gmcs might spin his block oh he bout that life for real for real

look the artist way i paint pictures
tso nardo da vinci
might grab some glasses for these n-ggas to see it more vivid
might be the realest in it sh-t do you hate me for wishing
long nights in that kitchen i been reminiscing look
hold up get back to the facts
this sh-t here way more then rap
adam can’t even trust a b-tch
ain’t take a snake to show me that
yo family show the fakest love
took for me to show em that
mikey just might chill wit you
me i don’t condone in rats
jack and jill went up the hill
jack fell down and broke his hat
story say that jill came back
f-ck that sh-t we know it’s cap
ain’t no fairytale inside no books gone show yo son the facts
f-ck how it is this how it look point me where the lie was at
i just gave real life examples
jill went turned into dancer
she say jack ain’t got no manners
jill left jack were he standing
so sh-t i feel you jack f-ck that b-tch don’t take her back
tell that b-tch go eat a d-ck
f-ck die on a heart attack
aye b-tch do you hate me still
yo life is the price to live
hate to see them n-ggas breathing
k!ll who got my cousin k!lled
don’t give two f-cks about they feelings
that’s just what it take to heal
burry them n-ggas bag’em and put’em where them coffins is

- true scorpio

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