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letra de life we chose - $tupid young

[intro]
(ayo, t, run that sh-t up)
(run it up, kev)

[chorus]
the day i lost my brothers when i lost my soul
ptsd, pole everywhere i go
you lose all your stripes when you go against the code
ain’t no turnin’ back ’cause this the life that we chose
the day i lost my brothers when i lost my soul
ptsd, pole everywhere i go
you lose all your stripes when you go against the code
ain’t no turnin’ back ’cause this the life that we chose (ayy)

[verse 1]
caught a case 2014, and i got sent to prison
made a master plan and then i camе home trippin’
quick to get to bustin’ when our triggеr finger’s itchin’
they ain’t on my head, they only hate me in the mentions
j man with extensions, hold thirty-three like it’s pippen
nothin’ like them n-ggas over there ’cause we different
rap don’t work, i’ma flip a couple pigeons
they don’t want no smoke, they only beggin’ for attention
put that on my kids, i’m so sick of these n-ggas
just might blow a bag and get rid of these n-ggas
nah, i can’t speak on what i did to these n-ggas
got options, f&n or the sig on these n-ggas
every n-gga ’round me got a body ’cause you know we into that
and if they don’t, then best believe they lurkin’, where y’all n-ggas at?
every time i ever lost a brother, went to get it back
only time i ever catch these n-ggas is the internet
ayy, get a good drop, n-ggas know who they gon’ call on
rep a couple blocks ’bout them n-ggas, do ’em all wrong
i done lost my mind, sh-t, they told me that my dog gone
got n-ggas in them cells screamin’, “free ’em ’til they all home”
i be with some n-ggas, quick to do a n-gga janky
ny on my head like i’m playin’ for the yankees
open up the door for asain rappers, they should thank me
i know deep down, these n-ggas hate me ’cause they [?]
[chorus]
the day i lost my brothers when i lost my soul
ptsd, pole everywhere i go
you lose all your stripes when you go against the code
ain’t no turnin’ back ’cause this the life that we chose
the day i lost my brothers when i lost my soul
ptsd, pole everywhere i go
you lose all your stripes when you go against the code
ain’t no turnin’ back ’cause this the life that we chose

[verse 2]
they told me that they k!lled my uncle, i was thuggin’ in the pen’
thinkin’ ’bout revenge like i’ma come home and spin
then i lost some friends, turn a boy into a man
mercedes benz and some bands but still got some pain within
when i chase a bag only time i’m ever runnin’
all up in your b-tch, so she know how i’m comin’
i just bought some sticks, pass that out to my youngins
ain’t takin’ this sh-t, but you know we gon’ get to dumpin’
b-tch, we at your door mask on, but ain’t no pumpkins
we gon’ up the score, blast on if he bluffin’
really from the dirt, i turned nothin’ into somethin’
and i’m still with the same ones, b-tch, we thuggin’

- tupid young

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