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letra de poetry - wanski

rell on the track

f-ck goin on, free woo b-tch

yeah
we ain’t beefin’ on the net, i don’t diss
i a be somewhere in yo grass, & i don’t miss
know i’m somewhere with a bag tryna fish
nodding off, off the drank tryna p-ss
heavy meds, i get higher every time i take a sip
f-ck the feds, i get flyer every time i take a pic

you might be a robber but you ain’t talking my sh-t
catch me by myself, i’m blowin’
let off everything, i ain’t goin’
so much pain, built in em, i don’t show it
down the way, slangin’ grams like they oranges
down the way, 200 grams gon by morning
what the f-ck i’m posed to do? these n-ggas, they informants
i’m tryna stay tough, run it up
know they time up, i done gave them boys a warning
got a different cut ain’t using (dormant?)
i live in the fast lane, jeff gordon
used to this dog sh-t, rich porter
100 shots but we bouta bend a corner
he so cap lil boy can’t fill a order
you don’t want me on yo ass, i don’t miss
we come see you, f-ck the net, i don’t diss
keep it real, i want neck, i don’t kiss
cartier, do his dance, i don’t trick, b-tch
we ain’t beefin on the net, i don’t diss
i a be somewhere in yo grass, & i don’t miss
know i’m somewhere with a bag tryna fish
nodding off, off the drank tryna p-ss
heavy meds, i get higher every time i take a sip
f-ck the feds, i get flyer every time i take a pic

- wanski

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