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letra de walk. - xavier scott

look, maybe i need to mention no i don’t kick it

tryna’ make heat like it came out the kitchen, money look better to me then these b-tches, f-ck yo’ attention, i got this sh-t on lock like it was prison, i don’t know why these n-ggas in my business

yuh, wait, wait, (penacho, penacho) shh

i’m sippin’ tea in yo’ neighborhood, doin’ this sh-t for the greater good, when i be smokin’ with z, be grabbin’ the weed, turn that sh-t to a greater (?), yes i’m the best at this sh-t, don’t be stressin’ my sh-t, lemme get that sh-t understood, i got some people that run through the building my n-gga and none of em’ gettin’ booked, look like i just robbed a bank, pull up, i pull up a tank, i-i-i-i-i-i’m takin’ over the game on my shoulders, i’m k!llin’ the f-ck what you thank, i can’t be f-ckin’ with n-ggas cause they be too sneaky they actin’ like snakes, prayin’ i go past the day, tryna’ get k after k, tryna’ get mill after mill, don’t give a f-ck how you feel, this sh-t for real, y’all n-ggas riskin’ yo’ life for a deal, got to much help, i mean why would i steal, she think we f-ckin’, sh-t i’m tryna’ chill, n-ggas be talkin’ like they finna’ k!ll, you bought a gun but you can’t pay yo’ bills, music be poppin’, like we poppin’ pills, look at my wrist, f-ck, too many hits i can’t miss, first they was hatin’, but not that they see that i’m decent they all on my d-ck, i’m takin’ n-ggas out one by one, hopefully y’all n-ggas not on my list, worried bout’ problems to fix, doin’ this sh-t til’ i’m rich, k!ll it, and k!ll it again

i control this sh-t when i talk, money lookin’ bigger by the clock, no, delux ain’t neva’ took a loss, b-tch i move with a limp when i walk. they like, “why you makin’ hits?” it’s not my fault. we was swervin’ in a benz, i got lost. i want all this sh-t i want like f-ck the cost. way i’m doin’ this you sayin’ i’mma boss

i ain’t finna lie, if you ain’t talkin’ money then you probably wasting time, n-n-ggas did me dirty now they wish they pressed rewind, they like, “d-mn this n-gga cold,” but i’m not in my prime, i can’t hit the breaks, i can’t see the fakes like i’m blind, i ain’t losin’ stress, what i lost instead was my mind, i-i ain’t tryna’ beef, i left all that heat way behind, i don’t need the clout, i just need myself and my pride

look, maybe i need to mention, no i don’t kick it, tryna’ make heat like it came out the kitchen, money look better to me then these b-tches, f-ck yo’ attention, i got this sh-t on lock like it was prison, i don’t know why these n-ggas in my business, i birth these n-ggas, these n-ggas my children, i finish you n-ggas like y’all was my sentence

- xavier scott

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