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letra de woodz - vtizzel

[verse 1: vtizzel]
tryna make it out the woods
out the hood
man what’s good
i ain’t here for my health
when it was me, myself, and i
i ain’t hear from no help
i was thrown to the side ain’t never been on no shelf
cuz i ain’t never had wealth
and that’s some bullsh-t too
i know i’m preaching to the choir on that pulpit stoop
i got some brand new news
i got some unpaid dues
i mighta f-cked up feelings
we had some f-cked up shoes
we had some f-cked up food
but we still had to eat it
we used to kick it at the store until they told us to beat it
i’m not a stand up guy man i’m too humble i’m seated
yea i might be a weirdo but i ain’t no-one to freak with (hah)
what you know about eating peanut b-tter out the jar
cuz you ain’t had no food
no attitude ever lasted cause it shattered dude
no sadder tune was ever played than miss you lost your room
cuz it was bunk bed city
everyday was filled wit pity
what the f-ck is there to do when you getting paid by the city
and ya kids was crying cause they tummy was hurting daily
lord can you do anything to save me
of course so
at least i got some pants on my ass and shirt on my torso
more so
it’s kind of a blessing to be alive
where i reside
i know you see the pain inside my eyes
so when i cry it’s like a river in the sky, oh my

[verse 2: vtizzel]
n-gga i ain’t come from paradise
i came from a n-gga wit a dollar and a pair of dice
the woods, the hood
the bad, the good
99% ain’t had a dad, the f-ck
in the h-ll we supposed to do when
us n-ggas grow up and start recruiting
turning into new men
dreams of having plenty fine women in a new benz
but wait, i’d rather wanna know just how to treat them
than please em
all i hear is demons, god how do i defeat them?
sinny sin sin god why do i repeat them?
wash em in blood, my hands is covered
washington loves to see us suffer
and run a muck of
this country, they know a lot of people hungry
its f-cked, can’t even afford to do laundry
i’m stuck between a big rock and a d-mn hard place
so i see my n-ggas selling coke like they in scarface
car chase, running from insurance
living wit nothin to lose like martin lawrence
porridge, thats all we had to eat real talk
we was goin through it
mama said the city did her wrong
we gon sue it
we blew it
they never set the court date
short wait, they told us we don’t give a god
d-mn about your court case
up in our mouths it left a poor taste
living life broke leads a short race
can’t feel safe
especially not at your place

- vtizzel

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