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letra de first strike - worldstarhiphop

[intro]
only real ones make it out, this sh-t ain’t for the weak
gotta keep my glock up close, ain’t no love up in these streets

[verse 1]
i know that i’m that motherf-cker, ain’t no feelings in me
tinted windows on the whip, b-tch, you ain’t seein’ in me
ain’t no time to kick it, i’m too busy countin’ digits
they say i changed up, f-ck ‘em, i ain’t never need they business
had to cut some n-ggas off, someone talkin’ to the feds
if i find out who it is, then we paint the city red
triple black maybach, b-tch, i’m ridin’ presidential
when i pull up to the block, they treat me like i’m influential
started from the trenches, now i’m sittin’ in a mansion
i know all these p-ssy n-ggas hatin’, ain’t no second chances
still be bangin’, still be stackin’, need them hunnids in a roll
i don’t trust no f-ckin’ soul, keep that .40 in my coat
superstition got me trippin’, still be pickin’ up them pennies
ain’t no talkin’ on my name, i keep that chopper holdin’ plenty
if i up it, he ain’t breathin’, put that boy up in a grave
ain’t no second thoughts about it, ain’t no motherf-ckin’ shame

[chorus]
too much money now, my mama never work again
sensei to these b-tches, when they see me, they gon’ bend
made the real ones win again, we runnin’ up these bands
got that bl!cky for that rah-rah, f-ck around, we get ‘em blammed
hit the dealer, drop a check, soon as that new whip land
new estate, no doorkn-bs, slide the glass, i let ‘em in
i’m in charge, i set the tone, b-tch, you follow, i don’t blend
play it smart, ‘cause if you slip up, you won’t get this chance again
[verse 2]
say i changed up, yeah, i did, now i’m countin’ bigger checks
f-ck that pain, i never folded, i been steppin’ on they necks
from the gutter, now i’m sittin’ with these rich-ass executives
told ‘em cut the check, don’t need no middleman in my success
on the gram, a couple hunnid racks before i spend a dime
they be beggin’ me to chill, i just laugh and press decline
i don’t gotta flex, but i still do it just to stunt
got my foot up on they neck, i ain’t lettin’ up for nothin’
took my b-tch to chanel, told her, “grab whatever fits”
dropped three hunnid on a benz, i ain’t trippin’ ‘bout that sh-t
if i keep this up, i’m legendary, put my name in gold
i done cried from all this pressure, but this life the one i chose
ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no cappin’, i been real from the start
try to play me, i’ma drop him, put a hole up in his heart

- worldstarhiphop

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