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letra de eat (remix) - unknown artist

[intro]
i feel like these n-ggas sleeping on me man
wake up
look

[verse]
n-ggas be acting so tough like they’ll shoot a n-gga
swearing they all homies and probably even recruit a n-gga
sh-t, i ain’t know it take two n-ggas to do a n-gga
then he snitching, now you locked up longer than you knew the n-gga
we ain’t sticking n-ggas but flexing would make me glue a n-gga
drilling ain’t the word we got plenty tools to screw a n-gga
so much lead was found at the scene that they thought i drew a n-gga
ima turn the city upside down if i lose a n-gga
in other words it ain’t no hope to give
call up part two he come through shooting like the smoke was here
ain’t no sympathy tie up your mama even shoot your kids
it’s a couple n-ggas was cool at first til they burnt the bridge
that’s why all my n-ggas riding with sticks like we toting twigs
filling up swishers with 93, no we ain’t smoking mid
i’m so official i need a whistle like i’m coach kidd
but nowadays the kids i’m talking bout running through open cribs
meanwhile i’m kicking sh-t pouring lean and breaking the rello
so much codiene in sprite my pee ain’t even yellow
don’t get it twisted all of the n-ggas around me ghetto
they out here playing with four knicks like they missing carmelo
wait, don’t get stuck on that last line
i ain’t gotta talk my n-ggas clutching they straps if i grab mine
all my n-ggas from the hood doing drills you can ask nine
nah you can’t my n-ggas don’t know a thing bout them past crimes
we don’t nothing about what be happening past nine
n-ggas thirsty they’ll steal your windows if the gl-ss shine
but i’m tryna see them bands like i’m waiting for halftime
and have my haters looking lost when they noticed that last rhyme
i hit beats with no hooks but it’s cool cause the jab fine
these n-ggas garbage they should all leave the booth with a trash fine
i already said no features for free this the last time
and they still wouldn’t be free if im down to my last dime
i do this sh-t for real so ion write verses to past time
but either way my name still ring bells like it’s cl-ss time
i keep the strap on my waist like a brace for a past fine
and that clip that’s hanging now hold more than a flash drive
i be so high everyday like i need rehab
my n-ggas in the field with equipment like we got netail
so any n-gga dissing come up missing ain’t no free path
shooter pop up at your house in all black with a ski mask
three n-ggas in the house the only way out is in three bags
i’m all about that money i spend it like it was free cash
my n-ggas got them pots on the stove like they making tea bags
and jug around the city in uber’s like its a free cab
my hoes, my squad, my fan base thick
got haters like please quit playing they sh-t
like i can’t stand they sh-t
this for my n-ggas selling sh-t that look like pancake mix
these b-tches on me like how bandages stick
and when the hate don’t work they start purping
the hating, and a broke n-gga, that’s two things that ain’t working
so don’t lose your life over some light sh-t think twice it ain’t worth it
cause the main n-ggas that’s chirping ain’t the same n-ggas in person
i peep n-ggas hating
but you type n-gga to get set up tryna serve a l1ck
get out in 10 years tryna wipe my windows and earn a tip
now you on the streets tryna eat forgot how to work a zip
you turn into a l1ck tryna cop a sniff you a perfect fit
i hang around n-ggas who’s squirting clips and they merking sh-t
you hang around n-ggas behind curtains rehearsing scripts
it’s real life my n-gga took shots and not with a nursing kit
we all been hurting since ain’t no sleep my n-ggas been working since

[outro]
long live bird man

- unknown artist

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