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letra de blake lowrey - wickid da kid

[verse 1]
i knew this n-gga from high school from growing up
n-gga always had my back when i was in a rut
he was ahead of cl-ss and was never touched
ninas, mac 10s, and pumps lay in his trunk
if he ever gotta go to war he won’t hesitate to dump
p-ss me the nine i’m sending tips out the front
i remember during school hittin l!cks after lunch
we had beef with some n-ggas and was always on the hunt
time has p-ssed away and i feel like things are changing
it seems like when he comes around he’s acting all shady
i go to dap em up man his hand is always shaking
my intuition’s telling me that he’s filled with jealousy, hatred, envy, and evil and his actions are deceitful
i pulled the piece out and squeezed to keep the peace between us. people all around us start to run away and screaming
i heard a shot from the distance out to get me like a demon
a battle of the bullets is all that i’m faced with
one pistol and a dream no doubt imma chase it
i kept busting i heard god scream imma make it
that’s when the bullets stopped flying and the air around was vacant
one left in the chamber my homie’s head now is brainless
i placed the heater on his chest crossed his hands then escaped it

[verse 2]
i knew this one girl from high school we kept in touch
she always seemed to hold me down when i out of luck
super caring always nice and was cute as f-ck
but some how some way i always f-ck it up
anyway i stayed with her until i could get a truck
get a job get some bread and stack my money up
that was the plan i started f-cking up
she always on my -ss about coming home p-ssy drunk
“i had a bad ok don’t say sh-t!”
i raised my hand at her and she coward and just stayed stiff
i lost all control and started choking her with fate’s grip
she started swinging back that’s when her knuckles to my face hit. she threatened that i leave and be on the streets homie
i said that i wouldn’t and she called police on me
i just f-cking left man i felt like a b-tch
to top it off i ain’t even take none of my sh-t
left my nine on the dresser so i’m naked with no tips
how i’m supposed to fight back in this city that i’m in?
i walk around the corner holy sh-t the block is lit
i f-cking dipped stressed as f-ck i’m stuck in this apocalypse
i hid in a alley i was cold i lit a cig
watched police flood the streets looking for a “man in red”

[journal entry]
march 1st 2012 thursday 8:00 am
i absolutely positively without a shadow of a doubt hate this f-cking school. everyone here is just plain f-cking ignorant
like i don’t even wanna ride the bus because there’s always gotta be that one n-gga to fight someone over a seat like n-gga… it’s not that serious. sit somewhere the f-ck else
oh my god. -sigh
diary of da kid page 12

- wickid da kid

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