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letra de tha pain - valtini

[hook x2]
(dope dope dope dope dope)
i ain’t lying to myself, i’m just smiling thru the pain, pain
(i don’t wanna sell dope, i don’t wanna sell dope)
i’m just smiling thru the pain, pain
i’m just smiling thru the pain, pain

[verse 1]
first things first, i’m innocent
200 on the dash to catch my friend
you wanna be a boss or be a thug?
you’re just a weed man, you’re not the plug
you call up the feds to have a convo
about the go getters in the bando
about the employment in the streets
about how they refuse to see their fam broke
crime pays and it’s always hiring
to find the old way to get new bread
got the green, brown and that white to spread
“ring the trap whenever you think you’re ready”
the fatigue made me consider
‘cuh this 9 to 5 is ready to murk me
i was late for work cause i was working
my manager thought manaman was joking
this ain’t comedy, it’s real life drama
had to get a second job like a single mama
this minimum wage can’t get me resting
it’s temporary tho, i’m really hustling
and if you need a hand i let my palms bleed
specially if we the same breed
i wanna make a broke man dream and then become that broke man’s dream, lovely

[bridge]
i went back to the hood, but the hood never left me
do i work smart as i should? cause i ain’t tryna sell work in the streets
it’s been a murder, and i heard my cousin was involved with his crew
manaman pray hard for that yout, might act like it don’t hurt but look…

[verse 2]
not gonna lie, i’ve dug depths that got me falling into depression
but see now? if i take an l i’ll make sure that l will stand for a lesson…
and learn, those setbacks? burned
noticed if i can sell my struggling stories i will cancel my struggling story
slowly chasing glory, patient for it…
every other week me and my…
brodies face the police when they patrolling
-ssuming a black man’s black car is stolen
all of these muf-ckas don’t like foreigners
and if brexit was a person, they just voted for the british donald trump
look here cuz…
if you gone tell me that i’m too young for power
don’t ever tell me that the future is ours
therefore i keep working like there’s not enough hours
man the type to ask your leader “who he follows?”
what i write is beyond bars
inspire my g’s dem behind bars
man used to have suicidal thoughts but now i’m k!lling myself to live long and large, god!

[outro: valtini & ella]
don’t wanna sell dope, don’t wanna sell dope

wait… so is this vizzy or valtini?
it’s both

- valtini

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