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letra de thought i told ya - xoshame

i sit back, put my headphones on, make a song that i can cry to
n0body gon’ give a f-ck, n-gga, life goes on, it’s not about you
know little bro doin’ drugs, cause life gettin’ tough, i’m finna get high too
when i look at my folks, i know that i got em all askin’, like, who the f-ck got you?
(who got you?)
when sh-t get hard, can i lean on ya?
every time life get hard, i play my music and drive inside, left on ya
i used to break your cars, and serve them fiends, get dog sh-t off your motor
now my mental so f-cked up from the streets, i’m sorry, i thought i told ya
i’m tryna keep my composure
i call ma dukes, she f-cked up off the drugs
like, d-mn, why she ain’t sobеr? i still reminisce about my n-gga, trey, man, f-ck, long livе my soldier
ain’t no n-gga did sh-t for me this way, give a f-ck, put pistols on ya
i was on old national with this drac, give me that, and i’d draw down on you
he ain’t wanna do better, for yourself, h-ll yeah, i gave up on you
i just changed my ways, ain’t changed myself, h-ll nah, i ain’t switch up on you
that street life gettin’ old, when you get locked up, them boys don’t owe you
just focus on your pape, i was makin’ some dog sh-t in magnolia
told my pops i’m not on the regular sh-t, big ben when i get older
civilian life k, i ain’t regular
tryna hit the streets, die while we beef, h-ll nah, twin, i ain’t smellin’ ya
n-ggas tellin’ me, drop my music, boy, you so hard, you gon’ blow, i’m tellin’ ya
z-way still in my ear, tellin’ me to rap, you better not never quit
i don’t beef with spaz, he cappin, inside his rap, he on some sucka sh-t
f-ck a grammy the streets, gon’ give me plaques, i know they f-ck with this
(on god though)

- xoshame

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