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letra de back to the bag - $uede (rap)

[intro]
(d-mn, callan, you gettin’ guap)

[verse]
i said i changed, but ain’t no angel, ain’t no saint
came out of county, planned a l!ck the next day
struggle had me lost, had a n-gga losin’ faith
i was in my cell prayin’, but when i was out, wouldn’t pray
i know that i ain’t sh-t, baby, you ain’t gotta stay
i know i’m hardheaded and i’m stuck up in my ways
she gon’ tell you that she love you, but that love gon’ probably fade
they gon’ smile when you close, but when they far, they gon’ hate
been the realest from the start, and i’ll continue ’til the end
always got nothin’ but f’s, but right now i’m tryna get m’s
i be itchin’ for a bag, for a bag, i’ma sin
like i don’t learn my lesson ’cause here i go again
my n-gga was frеsh out, but he a fool, he back in
told my n-gga ’bout a plot, he was quick to tap in
wе some motherf-ckin’ fools tryna bring them racks in
$uede, you need to chill, boy, you need some d-mn sense
you’d probably understand if i told you ’bout my life
you wouldn’t even know all the pain i feel inside
‘member almost dyin’ at seventeen sniffin’ lines
ain’t n0body perfect, you got problems, i got mine
one day, we gon’ leave, one day, we gon’ die
‘member in that casket, ain’t n0body by your side
if i get rich but don’t get fame, i wouldn’t mind
care about the guap, never care about no likes
free my n-gga poloh, just put money on his books
b-tch, i’m only out on bail, i would’ve been up in them bunks
first day out, link with shorty and i f-ck
second day, hit the plug for the drugs
why the f-ck would i change if i’m up?
in the stu’ sippin’ henny, i be buzzed
i was down for a minute, i was stuck
n-ggas mad i don’t bang, but the hood show me love
expensive belt, but i still sag
n-gga, in my city, n-ggas k!ll rats
hp south central where the real at
i’m tryna pull up to my people like, “where the bills at?”
tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table
but my mind on this money, got no time to save hoes
b-tch, i got an open case, they say i gotta lay low
if you don’t know why i went in, n-gga, for a bankroll
i’m just happy that i’m out, back to the bag
b-tch, i’m back on the road tryna touch stacks
n-gga, you should join a sport, stop tryna rap
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout the trap, but they ain’t sold sacks

- uede rap

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