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letra de blood shed, self - twoaym

[verse 1]
grew up ‘round lotta fake sh-t, ay
yeah i don’t wanna complicate this
but i’m sure you can relate
make sure my lane don’t end up a shady lane
shout out to shady lane
all facts coming from us n-gga all facts, yeah yeah
wanna wild out with a gun out, hands up n-gga
cops out with they guns out, real talk n-gga
n-gga ran fast like he in route
south side where i’m from rep til i burn out
yeah by the way i don’t do handouts
yeah for the verse i don’t do discounts
oh lord, tell em
walk outside, n-gga it’s nuts outside, they just wanna k!ll me for the pleasure
rough outside, can’t trust outside, it’s looking like i’m finna lay low
yеah we alive, can’t trust the systеm cause y’all stealing lives, aim at the head cause y’all want us dead, been hating on us since we arrived
blood shed, ay
ask what is they reason
put us down with no effort, like who are they pleasing
learned from that lesson, i got a message, you f-ck with my family for what?
early adolescence, i got a question, you shot at my n-gga for what? ay

[chorus]
blood shed on the road
blood shed on the road
tell mama i’m gone
oh lord, tell em
[verse 2}
that b-tch, she know d-mn right, yeah
i’m the truth tell em televise that, ay
n-ggas is too up emphasize that
wait a minute, n-gga why you hating, is it cause’ i’m winning?
i know for me this is do or die
so i gotta make sure it sound right
run up a check n-gga i might, always throwing the question am i a dyk-
i’m just being myself and if you don’t like that then i suggest that you fall back
on point like a stylus, yeah what is the problem
yeah i know i got leverage, i lead like mandela
going up armageddon, always hang the fellas yeah yeah
wanna treat me like i’m famous, they just don’t give me credit yeah yeah
she looking up what my real name is, everyday is a blessing yeah yeah
can’t compete cause b-tch you basic, like who is you telling
yeah made the front page cnn
yeah for the one time winning it
yeah hit twice yeah i’m ininin
by the third time i ain’t feeling it
learned from that lesson, mouth is a weapon, i got a message, don’t f-ck with my family for one
early adolescence, still gotta question, why you left me laying for what, ay

[chorus]
blood shed on the road
blood shed on the road
tell mama i’m gone

- twoaym

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