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letra de dec. 23rd - yfn lucci

[intro]
speakerbangerz

[verse]
ayy, first off, i don’t respect no rats
i ain’t never dropped a dime, not even when i got those racks
look, i was raisin’ h-ll before the h-llcat
yeah, i can put you on, run and tell that
look, i’ll pop a n-gga like a wheelie, huh
i crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh
starin’ at the stars in the ceiling, uh
home starin’ at my heart while it’s healin’
look, it’s hard for me to find some inspiration
i pray for the generation, i need me a vacation
i’m tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night
wanna know my whereabouts? i’m with the stars now, late night
lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
we just some young n-ggas strugglin’ who got tired of it
from where them cracker quick to hang you like a ornament
i’m just thankful that we made it out
[?][1:08] the only way we ball
can’t complain at all, b-tch, we made it far, huh
shoulda bought my n-gga a phone, i hate when he can’t make that call, huh
come to you with my hand out? see, that ain’t me at all
i don’t give no d-mn ’bout what you did
we came up from hustlin’, kickin’ doors, i don’t know what you did
i’m a real hustler, i was rich when i got two kid
then i had two more kid, bring that sh-t to your crib
look, wrecked in nineteen, twenty-twenty i’m goin’ too big
throw it light like pac, but i got hold like i’m big
look, r-i-p b-i-g, my new a-p a b-i-g
wrecked the benz tryna check the time, too many vv’s
look, put some ice on her if she mine, let’s go skiing
yeah, put a dime on him, he won’t make it ’til the weekend
playin’ out defense, some sh-t i can’t prevent
in a game full of weirdos it be hard for me to fit in
i kick the door down, they act like i ain’t leave it open
i’m ’bout to cop that new ‘bach and i still got the old one
don’t get your ass wet, we clap sh-t, magnolia
they were talkin’ ’bout my flow, so i went back to the old one (yeah)
look, diamonds in my t–th, sh-t frozen (yeah)
i like my b-tches dark, kelly rowland (uh, uh, uh)
i would give you my heart, but it’s broken (yeah, yeah)
i can’t even show no emotion (yeah, yeah)
look, starin’ from afar at the ocean, before i got some motion
before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some mo’ sh-t
before i ever touched the pen, they told me i was chosen
before the fame these b-tches called me daddy, i know
look, i know just and liberty gon’ be there, huh (yeah)
i know [?][2:29] and [?] and zelly, they gon’ be there, huh
i can’t speak on none of them n-ggas, i can not be them, yeah
make me tweak on all these n-ggas like i’m senile
i can’t trust a soul, so i won’t be ’round
held the street down while sh-ll gone so i know he proud
he took over the penal, he send it to me now
don’t make me send them youngin to your spot and let ’em freestyle

- yfn lucci

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