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letra de key (first day out) - vonoff1700

[intro: vonoff1700]
who me? y’all ‘flaging (keep that sh-t lowkey, tay)
long live my n-ggas
(bomine did this)
lot of dead, go kiss the feet

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
i’ma start this b-tch like this, you play with me and end up dead (you know that)
long live kevin, that boy took one to the head (you know that)
if it’s up there then it’s stuck there, boy, i said what i said (b-tch)
i’m forever chasin’ pape’, i don’t barely see my bed
switches in these srts, if we get caught, we goin’ fed (n-gga)
forever scared, so i’m forever takin’ meds
we don’t do no leg shots, lil’ boy, we aimin’ at your head
i told my shooter go and spin and don’t come back until he dead (gone)
i ain’t gon’ lie, the opps some b-tches, they ain’t did sh-t to me
i can still talk my sh-t, man, turn it off, i don’t need the beat
i spent two hundred on my shirt and spent a thousand on my sneaks
this street sh-t ain’t no joke, you ain’t gon’ make it if you weak (p-ssy)
since opp ‘nem wanna hide, it’s okay, we just gon’ seek
n-ggas’ name in that paperwork, that ain’t my cup of tea (tea, n-gga)
do lil’ von don’t use his gun? test your luck and we gon’ see
free lil’ famous and mc, i’ma scream it ’til they free (free my n-ggas, man, yeah)
she got good p-ssy and she paid, sh-t, i guess she pushin’ p
seein’ them blood stains on the ground, that’s what turned me to a beast
when they took sb, that’s when the murder rate increased (know that)
they hit the lights, i hit the gas, i ain’t got time for no police
through all them long nights and that pain, this what i turned out to be (yep, yep)
we lost two n-ggas one summer, it’ll never be no peace
the sh-t that hit the hardest be the sh-t you expect the least
we posted on that one now, check the block, then we gon’ flee (n-gga)
we take everything to trial, f-ck i look like coopin’ plea? (dumb ass)
in my hood they can’t backdoor me, n-gga, why? ’cause i’m the key (i’m him)
he say he want me dead, when we bump heads, then we gon’ see
they say, “von, what’s your problem?” b-tch, i’m cool, just let me be
[verse 2: sbg brick]
i don’t really speak for n-ggas, i don’t say too much myself
i’m a skinny n-gga, but you can’t see this forty on my belt
i got lil’ sisters and lil’ brothers who bankin’ on my wealth
i got n-ggas hatin’, plottin’, pocket watchin’, wishin’ death
i got ps comin’ in, prices low like a yard sale (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i heard that n-gga hard-headed, knock me out his hard sh-ll
had to sit down in the county, now i’m plugged with cartels
still ain’t bought a watch, ain’t seent an opp, but i know time tells
lil three asked me, am i down to slide? yeah (yeah)
they took one of yours, took one of mines, let’s give ’em h-ll
when we suit up, handle business, look like we just came from yale (yeah, yeah, yeah)
n-ggas sellin’ fake sh-t and be mad they can’t make a sale
i go ape sh-t, put me in the cage, bet i prevail
i don’t weight-lift, forty pop a n-gga, leave him stale (yeah)
we lost three faces like back to back, we can’t take no more l’s
n-ggas say they this and that, but then they turn around and tell (n-gga)

[outro: sbg brick]
how you turn around and tell, n-gga?
n-ggas not valid in this sh-t, man
better drill with your brother if you drill with anybody, man, n-ggas’ll squeal, for real
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tay)
(bomine did this)

- vonoff1700

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